Clowns scare me very much. I don’t understand why so many people are fond of clowns. Look at their mouths! How could any kids be smiling when they are around Ronald McDonald? His mouth is too red. Also, the one with a big forehead, blue curly hair, and a big red nose looks incredibly dangerous. I could imagine him chasing me and swinging a big scimitar, still with a big smile on his face.
I would hire clowns as guards in my building though, if I ever own one. Think about it. Some theif manages to get into my 28 story building, walking around to find my treasure box, seeing no security camera, starting to relax a little… and somebody suddenly pats on his shoulder! As he turns around in a dark and silent room, there he sees a clown with a Chinese meat knife, smiling as usual, moving as if there is no bone in his body. This theif is dead, man. He would be so frightened that he’d cry like a cat. Or maybe he’d look back his good and old days when he played with clowns (, which I think is absolutely strange) and quit being a bad boy/girl. Maybe.

Hi Bingo. Bingo the clowno…