Haven’t done one of these. So, first for one tale of woe and two tales of BAD-ASSERY.
I don’t know about you but I, for one, hate clowns. I’m not certain where my fear came from. It’s not like a drunk clown dangled me by the feet of an overpass and threatened to drop me but I’m pretty sure that’s a good way to grow up hating clowns.
In other news, did you know that in Russia there are apparently traditional pies that are made when you survive an encounter with a bear? Apparently you get three of these pies when you attempt to stab the bear, be disarmed by the bear, punch the bear and then survive being knocked off a cliff by said bear. Only in Russia…
Finally, a robber was very lucky when a home owner was in a generous mood and didn’t bury a hatchet in his spine. I know that some people throw axes competitively, usually in such places where there are lumberjacks, but I didn’t know that there were championships for them or that the winners of these championships live among us, their trusty throwing axes always at their sides.