04-10-2003, 05:58 PM
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Re: Re: Part II
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Originally posted by shopgirl
(7) Okay, here is the funniest. You won't believe that my fiance is marrying me after you read this one! When he and I were first dating, he took me to Chicago for a special weekend, and we went to the Museum of Art there, which is incredible. As we made our way toward the Modern Art wing of the museum, we kept hearing this bizarre moaning that was on a loop tape. It just moaned over and over. So we heard this moaning for maybe 30 minutes, and it was driving me crazy, so I said, "Hey, let's go see where that moaning is coming from--it's probably performance art, or something." Now, my fiance doesn't like performance art, but he went with me, and we found the source of the moaning. It was like this little fun house of mirrors, and you had to go into it and push this button, and a film (plus the moaning soundtrack would start up). I was feeling kind of romantic, because it was a dark little secluded area, and I was smooching my fiance (then boyfriend) in this little hall of mirrors-like place when he hit the button, and all of a sudden--I KID YOU NOT--on about 15 screens all around me, were different movies of clowns. A clown getting run over by a bus. A clown sitting on toilet, taking a dump. A clown biting a man's nose off. A clown punching another clown in the stomach. Those are the only ones I can remember, but there were more. And the wailing, my God, the wailing! So I immediately start to cry and hyperventilate. I had not told my then-boyfriend about my clown psychosis, and so he grabs me by the shoulders and shakes me to see what is wrong .. . and I throw up all over him, and then pass out in a slump on the floor. To sum up the rest of the story, he has to drag me out of the hall of mirrors thing, and lay me out on the floor in the middle of the art museum, and an ambulance comes and gives me oxygen. It was HORRIBLE! The most embarassing moment of my adult life.
And THAT, friends, is WHY CLOWNS ARE HORRIBLE!!!!
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