My son had one too many bowls of ice cream.
Once there was a man who sold balloons. A church bought 250 every Sunday. When it was 10:45 he would always enter and let them fly among the people. They would hit them and laugh. Every time they would hit a balloon they shouted Alleluia! That was the only thing they did; hit and shout Alleluia! The air was full of color and balloons and it was full of Alleluia sounds. It is called "Balloon Sounds" in the bulletin. They are trying it out this year to see if it works. (Herb Brokering)
Welcome back to the inner workings of a mind full of sawdust and a couple of other things left by the elephants. Here you will find this clown's view of people, politics, religion and other no-no topics all seen with an eye toward the humerous. I hope you enjoy yourself, but be careful for laughter has been known to make a clown's day. Willy Nilly
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