If my ass sees one of those clowns that are all over the U.S. I can promise you this...I'm grabbing my brothers Batman knife and stabbing some bitch's... That picture is the double sided Batman knife...
I have a huge fear of clowns because when I was little there was this church that would do a haunted house. It was amazing, since I love Halloween and the rush I get when I get scared; but they had this clown at the end of the haunted house and it had a chainsaw and would chase us. I also dropped my candy they gave us and I wanted it so I stayed and picked it up until I was the only person left in the haunted house. The clown would stay behind me until I ran out of the haunted house in tears. That terrified me so bad to the point where I wouldn't go out at night by myself. I've been scared of clowns ever since and if I see a clown I start shaking real bad and stuff. I'm trying to get over my fear of clowns but it's a slow and painful process...
I'm really gonna stab a clown if they think they're gonna come at me
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