
Originally Posted by
Kidnemo
Man.
When I was a little kid, eight maybe, my mom for two halloweens in a row made me dress up as a goddam clown.
Don't get me wrong, it was a great clown outfit... for a little girl.
Anyway, we were visiting family who lived in this apt. complex and I was wearing my clown costume.
They had a tiny dog which insisted on the entire time we were there trying to pull off my red styrofoam nose off.
Anyway, we are getting ready to leave and as we are walking into the main entry/hall area of the building, the dog jumps up at me and trips me down this huge curving staircase, like a flight and a half of steps.
The fall down the steps put a final humiliating end to the clown costume.
I have a pic of me in the costume, it's horrible.
(I will scan it and put it up)
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