And the not talkin' business really cinched it for me.

yeah, that's pretty freaky dude. anyone else around you see him?

That pretend clown second row down, far right, is actually kinda cute.
I mighta even let her in, after she passed the Buckwheat Test, of course.

He (couldn't have been a she I guess?) must have lost grasp on reality or he was suicidal - it is quite easy to imagine being blown to kingdome come turning up at night not uttering a word
Any footsteps or something?

please feel free to continue posting any observations and happenings, maybe even pics. Set up a video camera or some kind of surveillance and keep us all posted on ANY details ect.
THat way should Clown return and kill you it will be a lot easier to get a screenplay together to sell to a studio/production company. I promise 1% of profits will return to your estate for your contribution. How else do you think scary movies and books come about??! Real crazy life i tell ya


It's some serious whack shit going on with the Clown, have you spoken to any neighbours about this? This guy could actually be dangerous. WHen was the last time you saw or heard from a neighbour anyhow? they could be bound and gagged somewhere right now.

Bex,
My closest neighbor is about a quarter- mile away, and happens to be my ex-girlfriend.
Yup, when she packed up her shit and moved out, she got no farther than the next house down the road.
Bitch.
So now when I'm out on my front porch of an evening, sippin jim beam and playing my banjo, I get to see her dumb, annoying, too-fuckin' serious "nothings ever good-enough" nagging ass driving back and forth in her raggedy-assed pickup truck.
She could well be hog tied and kilt over there, for all I give A fuck.
But I imagine that if Clown had shown his shiny grease-paint covered smart-ass over there, then I'd have heard the shootin'.
But then again, if he'd of went to her house and knocked on the door and pulled that creepy no talking business on her, then she could well have invited him in, thrown her head back in full jackass bray, and commenced to talkin' untill his ears bled.
The woman does love the sound of her own voice.
Matter of fact, she could well have run him out of these parts forever, just talked so damn much that he decided to go somewhere where the pickin's are A little less....Annoying.
But i'm not setting up any cameras or taking any pics, because if he comes back, and I blast him, then that right there is whatcha call "Exhibit A " for the prosecution.
And I'm afraid that shooting might not do it, but that I'm gonna hafta stake im, decapitate him, and immoliate him, and spread the ashes someplace far away.

Kinda like suicide By Redneck?
My last microwave oven kilt itself like that.
And lotsa footsteps.
Hell, he was wearing these big damn clown-shoes, like, size 20, with floofy balls on them, and crazy--lookin shoelaces, and he jangled when he walked, so I suspect he had some bells thrown on there too, for good measure.
Fuckin' clowns.

there could be a possibility she's actually banging the clown
maybe she told clown in question her banjo playin' ex lives next door and told clown to go get his flippity flopity shoed self over onto ya porch knowing you don't fancy clown types



fair point. but if he got to you first, it would make for a good filum Instead of Paranormal Activity it could've been Carnival Activity.

anyways keep loaded and keep us posted

Being as she's my ex, obviously she has pretty low standards.
But I don't see her stooping to scroggin A damn clown.

I find this story oddly arousing...

Which part?

if we could have sig's like the old days....this would soooooo be mine

is the clown thee ex

Yeah exactly
How is it going by the way?
and


You're one hell of a wordsmith