This one is not, one hopes, representational art.
If it is, then maybe clowns are like rabbits. Not that they breed too fast, which, in all probability, they do, or that they leave little pellets everywhere, which I hope they don’t–but that you really shouldn’t hold one by its ear.
This comes up weirdly often in thrift stores–do I really want to eat or drink something that’s been in a clown’s head? Seriously. No matter how happy they look about being a serving vessel, you’re still left with a vague sense of guilt. Plus, everything you drink out of it tastes like candyfloss or those weird circus peanuts. Even the really good coffee, the $12 a pound Sumatra roast, gets a strange kind of bubble-gum/tea tree/essence of pink. It’s not fair.
Never drink out of a clown.
Wiki tells us that Praia da Vitoria means “Victory Beach,” so perhaps this represents some sort of trophy of a great and glorious triumph over an invading horde of buffoons and comical tramps. No, no, apparently Vitoria actually celebrates clowns. It’s a strange world…but apparently, we have actual evidence (about halfway down the page) that International Clown Week is actually observed. Scary!
So if you ever get to Victory Beach, and someone says “my drink tastes funny,” well, you know the full story. It’s probably the mug.
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Is it just me, or does that looks like one of those Boob mugs that someone just painted a clown face on?
Only if it had an enormous nipple on the nose. Which would be extra-special horrid and given me a longer entry!