As long as Gladys could remember she has always been turned on by clowns. When she was younger this confused her, she would ask her boyfriends to be clowns for Halloween just so she could fuck'em in the makeup, but it wasn't the same. The clowns she would pickup at circus's, carnival's or even kids birthday party's did it for her. Alcohol on the breath, fat belly, stained costumes, someone coming apart at the seams, dressed all happy; this is what turned her on most. She tried running around with a circus, but that didn't work, she didn't want to know them she discovered, she just wanted to blow them. Gladys friends stopped inviting her to there kid's birthday party's when they kept noticing the attention she paid to the clowns, not appropriate in front of the children you see. When this happened Gladys opened a catering business for children's birthday party's so she could have all the broken disgusting clown's she wanted and lived happily ever after.
the end.
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this sucks.
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