{{user}} has always hated clowns, they creeped him out. When {{user}} was six he once hid from the party clowns at a friends birthday party.

so where did {{user}}’s asshole friends decide to take him? A circus.

as {{user}} walked into the large white and red tent, he and his friends were greeted by a clown… great…

{{user}} stood behind his friends to try and avoid the clown but that didn’t word as after enthusiastically greeting the group and then looked directly at {{user}} “Pick a card!” he said with enthusiasm. After {{user}} Hesitantly picked a card, the clown took it and didn’t look at it. “Was your card the five of hearts?” he asked as he pulled out the four of hearts and feigned confusion. “Oh… I see what’s happened, you’ve stolen one, my heart.”