Tears Of A Clown

I was walking to work yesterday after getting my morning coffee when I came upon what looked to be a stolen, rifled-through suit case which appeared to have belonged to a clown..at least that's what the three, scattered rainbow-colored wigs and colorful clothes would imply. What an odd thing to run across on a Monday morning. Imagine how stupid the thief must have felt. Poor Bobo...or whatever the fuck the unfortunate clown's name was. He probably lost his grease paint and red nose in the theft...as I didn't see them in the pile...maybe I'll see some homeless guy wearing a little, red, bowler hat and polka dot bow tie sometime soon. I can stop and point my finger at him and hiss like in "Invasion Of The Body Snatchers"...then I'll give the dire warning "Bobo knows what you did! Bobo will show no mercy when he haunts your liquor-soaked night terrors! Beware...beware". Or maybe some crack head just found the wigs in a garbage can after Halloween...but I like my version better..my Criterion Collection Bobo The Clown version