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About Me

Times have been a-changin'.I am now to be found playing my frisky tunes at THE JAGUAR pub/club, corporation street, cov. Its a pretty fine venue, recently taken over by owners who actually want customers to enjoy themselves, a trait so rare in club owners these days.....All the usual jolly, merry foot tapping, head shaking, bum bouncing tunes are there, as is fine beer...But about me...Well, I'm merely a passing clown, full of clown wisdom and clown philosophy's. also, more than a passing interest at getting wierd looking bands to play at a club I work at...hmmmm. and whilst in a great relationship, we, as a couple do like to "meet" the odd new people...the odder and newer the better.....so, welcome to the wonderful, and slightly twisted world of Frisky Clown. I was born in Pickleherring, a sprawling clown ghetto near Coventry, UK. I was the bastard son of John Wayne Gacy, AKA Pogo the killer clown. I never knew my mother, she ran off before I was born. As a child, papa friskin had me out shining shoes, though with hindsight, it would probably of been better to do it while people were wearing them.As a young clown, times were pretty hard in pickleherring,most of the circus's had closed down and like many a young clown, I took the easy options. Cheap custard pies, and clown porn. I tried loose women, but theres nothing less romantic than being on a dinner date when their head falls into their soup. Anyhow, after years of clown porn, I decided to pull myself out of the gutter. And here I am today!!!!!!!

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My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Any single porn stars. John wayne Gacy. All and any clown girls!!! Quentin Crisp. the fruits of my early life seed spreading.

My Blog

part 16

Even within the cruelties of the Dark Carnival, I felt a surge of terror like no other. I began to feel the hares standing up on the back of my neck. These jumped off though, and I saw that they were ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Dec 2007 09:32:00 GMT

part 15

Yes, it seemed obvious now. As I looked on, the thousands of arms and legs kept flying all over the place. I could now make out some of the singing as the mass of bodies danced towards me;You put your...
Posted by on Sun, 25 Nov 2007 10:31:00 GMT

Part 14

"Well, I wouldn't want to repeat that again," I thought, leaving the bushes behind the cabins. And who'd have thought it was going to turn out to be the worst dogging location ever! Why, I was still b...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 05:09:00 GMT

part 13

With a new determination, I carried on my journey. The rumbling sound was getting a little louder as I walked past a large demon carnie standing outside a stall calling out 'Roll up, roll up', but I d...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Nov 2007 10:42:00 GMT

part 12

To be honest, I felt a little conned. As the girl stood over me with a hairdryer, blowing my hair all over the place, I couldn't help but think it might be better if she'd have at least washed it firs...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 20:21:00 GMT

part 11

Story so far&&.I was asked by mobsters to find out who killed shaky the clown. To help me on my way, they shot me, letting me find myself at the dark carnival. With the help of an old n...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 09:48:00 GMT

part 10

Well, thirty stops later, and I was really sick of sandwiches. Really, really sick. I never wanted to eat, or even see, another sandwich again. And as for the taste in my mouth, well, don't even go th...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 07:10:00 GMT

part 9

Sitting in my seat with no pants on, the ride seemed to take an eternity. I leaned over to the clown in front, and asked if he knew how long we'd be on it for. "Carries on for eternity," he hissed bac...
Posted by on Sat, 20 Oct 2007 10:56:00 GMT

part 8

We had been there no longer than an hour when I heard a strange, eerie grinding sound. I thought at first it was Stingey's teeth, but knew from experience that he wouldn't spare the enamel. However, ...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 12:46:00 GMT

part 7

Stingy decided he would walk with me to the ghost train. We were in search of one of the black cardinals, and he knew where to find them. There was an eerie mist blowing around the whole place, ...
Posted by on Sun, 02 Sep 2007 11:09:00 GMT