Pie
by pataphysics

You are probably wondering about the clown nose. Well, I have my clowny side, you see. I’m not always a serious guy. Don’t say that you have seen this before. You know that I know that you have, but watch my juggling act anyway. It is crazy how socially paranoid I am and how uptight I am about being viewed as of an inferior intelligence. My appearance has been exaggerated to the point of insanity by this trained poodle. It is necessary for my well-being. Poodle hair is critical. All of my tuxedos have been unpacked from storage, and now I will wear them all. I’ve got to break them in. Playing catch with the umpire is hard work. We pass the time in pursuits of fancy. This application accounts for my clowning. Clown-o-phobia is something you have to leave behind by putting that pie directly into each other’s face.