Big Dead Clown Shoes

My sister just sent me an article on the recent death of Larry Harmon, aka Bozo the Clown.  Now, while he was not the original Bozo, he was the biggest of the bunch, creating the classic look, even going so far as to purchase the rights to the character and licensing it out to TV stations all over the world. 

My sister and I used to sit an watch one of the shows he licensed the Bozo rights to, The Bozo Show on WGN out of Chicago, and dream of being on the Grand Prize Game.  If you never saw it, first of all…what the fuck is wrong with you?  Second of all, are you a commie bastard?  Anyway, the Grand Prize Game was a series of buckets lined up one in front of the other w/ the object of the game being to toss a ping pong ball into each bucket, winning prizes along the way.  The prizes were pretty decent, especially when you consider we’re talking about the early to mid 80’s here.  They’d start you off with maybe a model airplane or some sort of an action figure then progress into cooler shit like a years supply of Archway Cookies (every member of the audience would get a package of cookies as well) and, if you managed to get the ping pong ball in the last bucket, a Schwinn Bicycle and 50$ bill.  Always used to piss me off cuz I knew I could win that fuckin’ game but, alas I never got the chance.  When I asked my mom if we could go she told me she’d already called them and it was a 10 year wait for tickets.  That had to be a lie.  It had to be.  Having never played the Grand Prize Game is one of my great regrets in life.

So why not haphazardly smear on a little red lipstick, put on a big, red nose, toss a little confetti around the room, and pay proper tribute to the greatest clown of all time?  Why not?

Why not?

It’s not like you don’t have all that shit just lying around the house anyway.  I know how you are.  Fuckin’ freak. 

But I don’t judge.

Kinky freak.

Looks like he’s getting ready to unhinge his jaw and swallow the kid.