by Chuck Stanley
Puddles the sad clown. Puddles of Pity Party fame. Then he begins to speak….
Then he said, “Hallelujah…”
by Chuck Stanley
Puddles the sad clown. Puddles of Pity Party fame. Then he begins to speak….
Then he said, “Hallelujah…”
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Great voice but as long as there are 7 ft tall clowns no child psychiatrist need ever go hungry.