Monday, January 30, 2012
Nightmare Fuel
When my wife's aunt died, all the boxes of family genealogy stuff came to Laura. She's been scanning them to discard paper and such, but she still has boxes of photos and the like. The other day, Henry walked into the room carrying something. I asked what he had and he handed it to me. Never mind the random photo that was in the envelope... this was the envelope holding the photo:
This only confirms my opinion that clowns are evil.

