Thunder peals, the sky flashes like an Instamatic bulb, the rain pelts down: it's been a while. Made you realize how much of summer lacked the standard drama. I could take another week of this - the humid morning, the worried wind, the grumbling sky. We're owed a warm fall.
HEIL-YA! Time is hard on film; it desaturates, loses focus, and turns into a mushy wash that makes it hard to comprehend the power and horror of Starfish Hitler.
More? Sure:
Do I need to say this is from Japan? No.
Via Dangerous Minds, which has much more on the show and the subsequent phenomenon of Starfish Hitler.
OH FINE THEN A newspaper in England has secured an interview with the Northampton Clown.
Similar?
At least advertisers don't think clowns are good for selling things anymore. Once upon a time the magazines were full of them. Here, this'll sell pickles: