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That damn clown!
At my son's birthday party I whooped a clown.
One punch was all it took to send that bastard down.
That clown made a pass at my wife right in front of my son.
After I knocked him down, I blew his balls off with my gun.
As they put him in the ambulance, I heard him moan.
Now he walks and talks like a woman because he has no testosterone.
