That the word for "fear of clowns" is "coulrophobia?" This is relevant, as in DON'T go farther into this post if you are coulrophobic. Really.
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That male "Karens" are apparently called "Kyles"? Even if this is not true, it sort of tickles me. And I might use it one day.
It rained here today, giving the grass more growth food. I've asked everyone I know in the neighborhood, Briton has checked at the library --- nothing. No one to help out. Honestly, right now, the grass is so tall, only someone with a riding mower could deal with it. Once it's tamed, I can look again for pushers.
People with push mowers, I mean.
Although, I saw this today and admit to finding it funny and sort of true:
"At this point, if a clown invited me into the woods, I'd just go."
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2 comments:
Oh, my...that clown gave me all the feels! The Mister and I have a standing joke every time we walk past a sewer opening. We always look for red balloons.
LOL! I know the feeling.
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