Lets start a story, just add atleast paragraph. be as silly or serious as you want Once upon a frog there was a miserable clown, why he was miserable nobody had yet found out, when the clown left the circus each day, only one person knew, and even they didn't know what was wrong.
When the clown got back to his apartment the grim feeling of despiration hung over him. As he walked in the door he was quick to inventory his few and worthless posessions. A 20" television, green pull out couch and a bookcase being used to store canned goods. Then a faint smile came across the clowns face. A few seconds after entering the room, after surveying his possessions he always remembers the one posession that brings him so much joy. Stored in a can that he had emptied and made a false bottom was the one item that brought him so much joy. It is not so much one item as a series of items. He waddled over to his jar of "Del Monte Whole Kernal Corn" opened it and took out his spoon, needle, syringe, plastic baggy housing his small herion supply and a lighter. It was time to cook up.
Once upon a frog there was a miserable clown, why he was miserable nobody had yet found out, when the clown left the circus each day, only one person knew, and even they didn't know what was wrong. When the clown got back to his apartment the grim feeling of despiration hung over him. As he walked in the door he was quick to inventory his few and worthless posessions. A 20" television, green pull out couch and a bookcase being used to store canned goods. Then a faint smile came across the clowns face. A few seconds after entering the room, after surveying his possessions he always remembers the one posession that brings him so much joy. Stored in a can that he had emptied and made a false bottom was the one item that brought him so much joy. It is not so much one item as a series of items. He waddled over to his jar of "Del Monte Whole Kernal Corn" opened it and took out his spoon, needle, syringe, plastic baggy housing his small herion supply and a lighter. It was time to cook up. Then 3879 other clowns came in,and they found a stereo and had a clown convention, hundreds of clowns juggled, unicyled, breathed fire and a whole manor of glorious things, to entertain the others, the light went off and disco lights came on, the walls appeared pink, then blue, then orange, the ceiling changed lots of bright and beautiful colours. They danced and danced, untill they could dance no more, but by far the fun wasn't over, they ate, and ate untill they could eat no more, and then they slept. The party seemed to go on for days and days, you seem to forget about time at a clown convention. Carrie, the miserable was miserable again even after the convention, they tried to cheer her up, she talked to Bally the intelligent, Kilo the heavy, Upal the Gallant, Pahpy the happy, and she still didn't cheer up.
The next day carrie the miserable clown was walking along a dirty beach, side stepping needles, dogpoo, and other assortments of litter when she came across, a bottle with a rolled up note inside! The note read "Follow this Map to happiness"
