Clowns on duty
So, this little kid's walking through the park, when suddenly he finds a clown taking a smoke break. "Clown, clown!" he shrieks jubilantly, "show me a trick! Show me a trick!"
The clown takes a long pull on his cigarette and says, "Kid, don't bother me right now, I'm just having a smoke."
"But I wanna see a tri-i-i-ick!" the kid whines.
"Look, kid," the clown rasps, "you're starting to piss me off. How's about you take off before I think of something funny to do with you?"
The kid takes a deep breath and yells, "Goddamn it, clown, as long as you're wearing that outfit in public, you have a civic responsibility to perform a trick upon request, day or night, regardless of claims to smoke breaks or lunch breaks! Failure to comply with this regulation may result in partial or total revocation of entertainer status, including but not limited to a $500 fine and two weeks in jail or 1000 hours of civil service!!"
The clown stiffens up immediately and snuffs out his cigarette. "Whoa, whoa, kid! No need to get litigant on my ass! ...Okay, I got a trick. Turn around..."
The kid cheers, "Okay!" and turns around immediately.
"Pull down yer pants..."
A little less certain, the kid says, "Okay," and complies.
"Bend over..."
The kid says, "Um, okay," and does so.
The clown says, "Okay, now... ya feel my thumb up yer ass?"
Queasily, the kid says, "Uh... yeah..."
The clown bellows, "TA-DA-A-A-A!!"
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