After years of repressing memories of abuse by a clown, as a college student, I find myself in a state of terror. His colorful outfit and gaily painted face makes me shiver fear and makes me loose control of my very psyche (and colon). I weep at the thought of any popped snack food. It violates my eye sockets and the smell butter loosens my sphincter in alarm. My therapist says its undone years of my therapy, which means he'll be getting a new summer home off the coast and a boat.
After years of repressing memories of abuse by a clown, as a college student, I find myself in a state of terror. His colorful outfit and gaily painted face makes me shiver fear and makes me loose control of my very psyche (and colon). I weep at the thought of any popped snack food. It violates my eye sockets and the smell butter loosens my sphincter in alarm. My therapist says its undone years of my therapy, which means he'll be getting a new summer home off the coast and a boat.
davido1 5 years ago
Y2k Cobrahhhhhhhhh
steve0hy2kcobra8 5 years ago