The thrift store clown population comprises some of the most horrible mass produced specimens you’ll ever cast your eyes upon.

Is his droopy eye trying to inconspicuously escape?

I have no words:

I congratulate the person who managed to chisel pure abject misery into this piece of wood.

There actually seems to be a proliferation of downtrodden clowns.

This must be what Satan gives his children to play with:

Yet somehow, the next one is worse…

I feel dirty. I want to wash my eyes…and my soul…

I hesitate to even ask what this is made of. I think I see corn.

You know, I’m not even sure if this IS a clown, but let’s not get too nit-picky.

This post dedicated to the wonderful Louisa. 😉