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Clown wears a straw hat,
and a bra and suspenders and calls himself Mr. Tinkles, Clown Extraordinaire: he smokes all Daddy's cigars and stubs them out on the kitchen table he smells like armpits and old tuna salad sandwiches and his hair looks Don King covered in pasta sauce-- he tells lots of jokes that aren't funny and spits when he talks which makes his makeup run off his chin then he asks if we have any requests for more obscene and crazy balloon animals strewn across the table in a perverted dance line Mommy is screaming Daddy is crying Mr. Tinkles, Clown Extraordinaire came to the wrong birthday party.
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