
Originally Posted by
Duck on Wheels
Yeah, there's no place like home. But there's also not many jobs that can be as much fun as yours, even if it does mean a lot of travel. Sending some mirror-winged butterflies that can turn your view of crowds of bubbas into crowds of clowns, viewed as from a distance. After all, you don't have to live with those bubbas. You can afford to shake your head with knowing amusement and pity their poor girlfriends/wives. Meanwhile, they're paying admission to watch you work and see your creations. Kinda cool, huh? I bet they wish they had your job rather than pumping gas day in and day out, or selling insurance, or ... whatever.
I have a friend here at the fair named Sparkle (her clown name) and she is a really pretty clown (not scary) and she roller skates by the sculpture everyday with the most amazing bubbles that float by me. It makes me smile. Also because she is so nice. She is married to Ravioli the clown. You mentioned clowns and it made me think of them ha!
Last edited by Brandi; 07-29-2008 at 07:48 AM.
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