mark a rayner | scribblings, squibs & sundry monkey joys: Clown Apocalypse: The Sexy Cataclysm

The Clown Apocalypse was not universally grim, unless you were coulrophobe with a debilitating fear of clowns. Apart from the moments of hilarity you’d sometimes get when you saw someone who was previously uncoordinated juggling while riding a unicycle, or … Continue reading →