Literally.
Somebody shot two clowns in a circus in Columbia.
My maternal great-grandmother dislikes clowns. My maternal grandmother thinks they're creepy. My mother hates clowns. I hate clowns. Someday, if I have a daughter, I shall teach her to hate clowns.
But still, I didn't shoot these clowns. I've been here in Tampa. You can check.
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