Ok, what clown greased the footholds?
You know the ladder I use to climb out of that really dark pit between nightmares? Those ever-needed grips of sanity that save this nut from toasting in all the crazy?
Well, that ladder was all slicked up to the point of utter uselessness last night.
My scramble back to rationality was quite humorous to observe, I’m sure.
Now that you’ve got your laughs, and I’ve got my bruises, Mr. Clown, keep your darn slickster ways to yourself from now on.
The last laugh is mine.