This may never grow old. Or I could run out of places to hide my little friend. Which is likely, quite soon. Or I may wake, one day, to a wee bitty clown with a cracked skull. Because SOMEONE decided this was fun:
I came home from work to this sight. I cried. All the teeny clown's friends looking on, unable to move the heavy rock trapping his head. Oh, the humanity!
Until I write again ...
oh my have mercy i think they are plotting evil against your poor little clown!
Oh, look, Pennywise has found a new hobby! rock climbing, Hummm.... There is a name for this technique, were you squeeze between to apposing rock faces.. usually not done upside down though..
Hahahahaha... the horror!
I like this position for Pennywise. I mean, how appropriate! Does it have a vise apparatus?
OMG!!! Too funny. Fred and Bessie may need therapy.
poor little thing
Oh! The poor little clown! No one deserves to be smooshed like that! Bad Hunny!
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