Lost Kids – Curse #3942

Posted on August 4, 2011

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I had always wanted to go to the lost kids booth at the fair and just admit that I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I would confess and say that I was spatially challenged. I would say that I was lost and fairly certain I may be a man child. That I had no idea what I was doing. One of two things would happen. Either I would get worthless sympathy or I would be escorted from the premise by the police. Both would jeopardize my career as a clown at the fair.

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