I’m just not a clown person. Actually, I really dislike clowns. I’m not a coulrophobic, not yet, anyway. There’s just something really creepy about that clown makeup, the big shoes, and the maniacal laugh…
Not sure why, though, because I really liked WGN’s Bozo’s Circus when I was a little kid. Ray Rayner, too! But somewhere along the line, their true, darker nature surfaced. Could have something to do with Pennywise. But I digress. The point is, I saw them for what they really are. Michael Jackson did, too, stopping just short of having that permanent clown makeup tattooed onto his face.
So now, flash forward to today. As if clowns weren’t scary enough, today I learned of Buffo. He has biceps of steel…And a big red nose.
It’s our only hope against this strongman!
He is Buffo, the World’s Strongest Clown.
I mean, c’mon, this guy could be a bouncer at a bar. Can you imagine? A drunk would have quite the head trip the next morning. There he’d lie in his sweat-soaked clothes, clutching his pounding head. Cotton-mouthed and fuzzy-headed, he’d try to discern whether it was all just a weird dream, that huge clown picking him up and tossing him out at the curb.
But then he’d see the balloon animal lying next to him and notice the plastic squirting daisy crushed in his hand…And he’d know it was all true. Every bit true!
Guess the kids at the birthday party he entertains really toe the line! I mean, would YOU want to make him mad? Nothing personal, Buffo…You’ve sure found your niche and I wish you the best! Just don’t eat me.