I had an actual scary experience with a clown, and I still think that being afraid of clowns is lib shit.
When I was 3, a busking clown who was on a tall unicycle told my dad to toss me up to him. My dad pretended that he was going to, and did a fake toss. I was and still am afraid of heights, plus I thought that the clown was going to keep me. I'd just started retaining memories a few days earlier, so this was a big one.
I had an actual scary experience with a clown, and I still think that being afraid of clowns is lib shit.
When I was 3, a busking clown who was on a tall unicycle told my dad to toss me up to him. My dad pretended that he was going to, and did a fake toss. I was and still am afraid of heights, plus I thought that the clown was going to keep me. I'd just started retaining memories a few days earlier, so this was a big one.
The clown was going to put you through a portal to a dimension where we had fully realized communism.
FUCK!
We have to make you a time machine.
I think I'm too big for my dad to throw me up to a clown, now. It's too late for me.
You can climb up now