All's been quiet here in Hellbilly Acres.
So far.
Damn good thing, too, as I'm getting tired of repairing/ replacing the front door.
Still keeping A watchful eye, thanks for askin'.
Clowns. Just because you don't see em, don't mean they ain't out there.
You can never really let yer guard down.

never open the door for one, either.

Good call. You never know when you're letting a Juggalo in.

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That shit right there made me laugh.
But it also seems like a quick way to get yer face removed with a shotgun, too.
Shit like that is exactly why I keep A loaded 12 gauge in every damn room of the house.
The shottie in the shower is wrapped in plastic, of course.
We haven't seen so much as a grease-paint smudge from my clown since the origional incident, so maybe I winged him, I dunno.
Buckwheat and I remain vigilant, however.
You can never really let yer guard down, where clowns are concerned.
Stupid fuckkin' clowns.

Where the fuck do you live?

In Virginia, why?

Oh no reason..

Look, virginia is A great place to live, and really beautiful, very diverse in it's geography and seasons.
Clown incidents here are quite rare, I assure you.
I just like to be prepared , is all.

Additionaly, Virginia is very rich in American History.
I love that shit.

...and it's the type of place where it isn't rare to have a shotgun in every room of your house. Nor is it out of the ordinary to blow a whole through your front door when you suspect a grease-painted clowny freak on the other side.

I cannot deny that.
That being said, I've lived here all my life, minus 4 years @ ft Bragg, NC, w/ the army, and This is the first time that i've ever shot through the front door at a clown.
Additionaly, regardless of where I lived, I'd keep A loaded shotgun in every room, the result of lessons learned in my misspent youth.
And, really, if there was A grease painted clowny freak on the other side of yer front door, fuckin' with you, wouldn't you do the same thing?

And, fer the record, I didn't SUSPECT there was A freaky clown painted asshole on the other side of the door, I was Certain of it.
Front door be damned.
And he ain't been back since, so I have no doubt that it was the proper tactical course of action.
And I have mad carpenter skilz, so the front door was no big deal...

When in doubt, empty the magazine.

I ain't saying there's anything wrong with any of that.

I might have opened the door before blasting away, but that's just my prerogative. What can I say? Different strokes for different folks. I'm just too lazy and too cheap to be replacing a door every time I got a clowny freak tryin' to take me to Satan's big top.

As for him not coming back, do you know how hard it is to pick buckshot out of a rubber nose?