|Does that mean that when you come out the exit, you're clown poop?|
There will be people there dressed mostly like clowns, some like your childhood bully, some like the person you lost your virginity to, screaming truly scary stuff:
"Here's your gross take-home pay from last year, wooooo!"
"Boo, I've made a spreadsheet tracking your weight gain!"
|Oh no, it's the ghost of books you were supposed to write!|
"This is a YouTube clip of the finales of all the shows you've been meaning to watch! Oogidie Boogidie!"
"The soundtrack you're hearing is a mixtape we made of all the arguments you had with your spouse last year, and boy do you sound stuuuuuuuupid! You cried about the mail being put in the wrong place and are unable to objectively see the subtext of your own insecurities. Boo."
"Here's an age progressed photo of you and that's only five years from now factoring your current dietary habits and sun exposure and penchant for avoiding the doctor!"
|Like his hair line would be that crisp. DEBUNKED! IIIIIIII'm really good at this Skeptic game.|
|This'll get me on some list. Oh well, I|
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So come one, come all to the most terrifying, horrifying, soul crushing, vomit-inducing fright fest in the world, your life.