Let truth be told: Le Clown is on bed rest. That’s right, he’s been prescribed some time off by his doctor. Why, Le Clown? Because of an old back injury. But you have a magnificent™ body, Le Clown… I know, my Carnies, but this old lumbar sprain is starting to feel like a herniated disk. … Continue reading
Tracy Fulks does Montreal. On film. And in 2752 words. I don’t care what Catfish says: you can make friends over the interwebs… I even met my wife on Plenty of Fish. Head over to Tracy’s blog to see Le Clown, behind the scenes, in the virtual flesh: here.
Not one, but two Urban Dictionary entries. Le Clown: President of Fucking Everything™. 1. A Clown on Fire: To be exceedingly entertaining, much like A Clown on Fire. Example: Le Clown’s Guns don’t kill People—Americans do Magnificent™ Ecard© is almost as much fun as Rage Against the Machine calling Paul Ryan stupid. 2. Le Clown: A magnificent™ French … Continue reading
How different is one’s life after not being Freshly Pressed? Well let me tell you: Prior to the email I have received from the WordPress people informing me that “today was not the day I would be Freshly Pressed“, A Clown on Fire averaged 340,58 views per day, for a total of 68,116 views. My post-”close but … Continue reading
A Saturday afternoon musing, brought to you by Le Clown. Hey you, bloggers, facebookers, tweeters, poets and loudmouths… When you voice out your opinion, and you make a valid point [scratch that... even if you sound like an idiot], no matter how unpopular it might be, own it; don’t LOL it. I was drunk driving … Continue reading
Le President of the World wishes his American Carnies a very happy – and safe – Independence Day. Viva l’Obamacare! America, Fuck Yeah!