I have embraced a new face
I’m still not sure how to tumble her
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@theboghag
I have embraced a new face
I’m still not sure how to tumble her
In a fight against anyone, I win
puki what about the cheese knight?
have decided to sell out my dreams!
for the bargain price $4.20 you can purchase the Clown Dream I had last night!
Ok so in the dream I was a purveyor of clown meat. basically i ran a delicatessen that sold assorted deli meats but in particular i sold clown meat, which was somehow both a specialty item and a dietary staple. like it was a really culturally important food group.
the thing about owning & operating a clown meat deli is that for some reason i was required to hunt the clowns myself, which required a hunting permit.
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right so as i recall, my lawyer only took me on as a client to begin with bc, upon my arrest, i had made the most astonishingly controversial claim, upon which my entire defense would now hinge aka THERE ARE NO SIGNIFICANT ANATOMICAL DIFFERENCES BETWEEN CLOWNS AND HUMANS. That is to say i stood there in front of god (nonexistent) and man (painfully existent) and declared that once the skin came off, there was no reliable method of distinguishing clown meat from human meat, because while their behavior and appearance and presumed intelligence differed enormously–their anatomies did not.
I was so full of shit I should have burst like a balloon, but I said it with such conviction that everyone hesitated and took a step back.
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(gore tw)
I stood in that hot, damp courtroom, surrounded by reporters, detested former customers, and my Texan lawyer in his silly white suit-and-mustache, and I listen in awe and occasional nausea as a New York City Coroner recounted to a shellshocked jury that one of the most common forensic issues that law enforcement encounters in new york is when bodies are pulled out of the harbor–in particular, severed body parts, which are a fine new york harbor tradition.
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Here is the secret. Here is the secret I never told anyone. Not any of those scientists or priests or reporters. Not my lawyer or that coroner whose testimony probably saved my life.
I spent decades butchering and selling clown meat, so I knew without a doubt that dead clowns are in fact very easy to distinguish from human corpses. Oh they look the same all right, but any clown butcher worth their salt can tell you the unique thing about clown meat–the reason that clown meat is so much easier to clean and cut and dress than any other type of animal flesh. It’s all about texture. Once you drain the blood and let the meat dry out–clowns have the same texture as mushrooms. Hand to God!
What you do is, you drain the Clown and you let it hang there a few days. Then you come back and you can literally tear the meat apart with your hands. Takes almost zero effort. No blood or splinters or anything–it’s literally like pulling apart a giant mushroom, has that weird foamy crumbly consistency. I have no damn idea why these fancy scientist doctor medical types weren’t aware of this, but any clown hobby hunter could tell you. One of the major benefits of owning a clown meat delicatessen was that I could cut an entire carcass into steaks with just a pair of kitchen scissors. Minimal cleanup, requires hardly any grip strength, it’s basically like cutting through packaging foam.
But that’s not the secret. That’s information you need to know, but the secret itself is something I personally discovered, and proceeded to use to my advantage. To clarify I don’t consider myself a villain so much as a capitalist, a small business owner if you will. I certainly don’t consider myself a scientist. So when I discovered THE HORRIBLE SECRET ORIGINS OF CLOWNS--I didn’t actually feel the need to tell anyone. Especially because I figured it wouldn’t be good for business.
Because the truth is–CLOWNS ARE A TYPE OF CORDYCEPS. What we refer to as Clowns are merely the unfortunate infected hosts of a powerful parasite fungi.
Clowns didn’t evolve from Humans–they were humans.
Or at least their ancestors were. I assume the fungus gets passed down from mother to child, possibly in the womb, so arguably all living generations of clowns were born clowns. Or not. Again, I am a deli owner, not a biologist.
(This could also explain their bizarre behaviors, stunted neurology, and shortened life spans. Again, not a biologist.)
How can I be sure of this? What gives me the right to claim these things? Because I’m the one who figured out how it works. I’m the one who identified the fungus. I’m the one who figured out how to spread the spores. I’m the one who figured out that normal humans could be infected, and I’m the one who realized (after a few of my messier experiments went awry) the host didn’t even have to be alive for the change to take effect. That’s right–it worked on human corpses. Do you understand? Do you understand the incredible magnitude of what I am saying? Do you understand how this TRANSFORMS THE ENTIRE CLOWN MEAT INDUSTRY AS WE KNOW IT??? How this completely erases the limits of clown supply and demand? Do you even care???
The charges were wrong. Yes, I stole those bodies from the graveyard. But I didn’t lie about the clown meat–the meat I sold was Real Clown. They weren’t clowns while they were alive but i made them clowns. Oh, they were people’s aunts and uncles and grandmas and neighbors all right, I don’t deny that. But at the end of the day they were clowns, pure clowns, clowns like any other. Because I. Made. Them. So. Clowns, clowns, clowns all around, clowns they abound, and all by my will! I, ringleader and circus master both!!! I, mastermind of the greatest Clown Caper, the most tragic Harlequin’s Heist, the most macabre Fooling of Fools, the most repugnant Joker’s Jest!!!!!! I may be a graverobber. but don’t you dare insinuate I mislabel my meats. For it was clowns!
IT WAS CLOWNS ALL ALONG!!!!!!
And that, dear reader, is the end of my tale. In closing, please enjoy this artist’s rendition of the fungus i used to infect my stolen corpses.
extrapolate what you will. May your nights be full of sweetest dreams!
tip me this took 4 hours to write
sorry for this terrible addition but i couldn’t help myself lmao
the honks fungus
”I bet you’re wondering how I got here”
The only reason people are scared of skeletons is that they are scared that they are cold without their warm meat suits
Bring back guillotines they were classy
Sorry to take a joke so literally, but the guillotine was designed specifically to be classless (rope represents hanging, the commoner’s execution, and the blade, the sword, the aristocrat’s execution).
any death by gaud is a classy one
There's a mosquito in my bathroom but I think we have come to an understanding
This son of a bitch died
are you secretly an accient god?
Why is this question so common
Why aren't you answering the question
Answer mine and maybe I’ll answer yours cowpoke
*cowboy music starts to play*
very important reminder that Buddha’s Hand is the name of a real citrus fruit that looks like this
it is also called the Fingered Citron. hope you enjoy this knowledge!!!
Lemonthulhu awakens
There's a mosquito in my bathroom but I think we have come to an understanding
The boy who bought the guinness book of world records at the scholastic book fair in school now owns a slick ferrari but has no one to love
i bought a funny pen
Okay so you’re in debt
I bought BOOKS at the BOOK fair
Look at this fucking nerd
I took a chair for free
they tried to stop me
A haiku
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
what the hell am I supposed to do
Funny Pics & Memes
Hey wife’s name is Slagathor
FUCK ART CLASS when I was a teen in Taiwan at this private school the dopey ass stupid ass art teacher asked everyone to draw these HUGE self-portraits for a final project. Does this oaf know so little of the human psyche that he would so callously expose students to such deep self-reflection? Does he not know the harm it could do? as I drafted the canvas with charcoal, deep-seeded blacks reigned an inescapable morose feeling to the portrait from the very beginning, to stare at myself and interpret what I should draw, a torturous affair that ended in a blacker, sadder reflection of my own soul, of my imperfections, my asymmetry. I felt as though my peers could see the true me, my horrible antithesis to self. Oh, the horror of this affair. What I wouldn’t do to strap this teacher to a chair against a mirror in some dark dark room, and simply let him stare at himself for eternity, as the shadows warp his face to that of a horrible unloved monster.
I had a similar assignment and just drew what I thought you Colonel Sanders would look like