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Weapons Of Mess Destruction

"A little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down his pants."

That memorable line is from the old Mary Tyler Moore show. On episode "Chuckles Bites the Dust" Chuckles the Clown was killed off by the script writers. They had him being trampled to death by an elephant in a parade. It seemed that Chuckles, as the parade's grand marshal, was dressed in a giant Peter the Peanut costume and was quickly shelled by a hungry pachyderm.

The line was basically his epitaph, and illicited significant comedic impact: laughs. Clowns have a long comedic history, as do their weapons of mess destruction: the cream pie.

But clowns didn't own the rights to a cream pie in the kisser. They were used in silent movies.

They were used in political demonstrations...

They were used in the name of gay rights... Modern-day clowns, at least in the 197os, Johnny Cash and Archie Campbell got a real Hee Haw out of their audience with a cream pie.
Bill Gates was on the receiving end of a well-aimed weapon of mess destruction...

But pie throwing is a fine art. Accuracy is essential and practice makes perfect. Sometimes you hit your target...



And sometimes you miss...




But to my mind cream pies aren't for throwing. They're for eating. So, god forbid, someone tries to take me out, I hope they decide on banana cream.

Comments

Quirkyloon said…
I gladly take a pie in the face...as long as it is banana creme, of course!

LMBO

Great pics!
nonamedufus said…
Quirky: Yep, it's the only way to go.
Chica said…
Banana creme pie? eww! Just the creme part of the pie in a face will be fine with me.
Anonymous said…
Keep on posting such articles. I like to read stories like that. Just add more pics :)

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