The premise deepens as a something-teen girl hates her father for being a clown--showing up to parties with fifteen jesters, throwing confections at her and her unbearably banal friends.
Honestly, who could complain about that? What more could you want out of life than to have clowns randomly show up, and pie ya? I could rant something unoriginal here about my generations lost sense of adventure, being glued to their iPods and MySpace and such, but why bother?
I crave a life of surprises, unexpected and perhaps unmerited merriment.
Absurd, balls out, fun.
1 Hour Later Edit:
The next True Life show featured a girl complaining about moving to New Zealand.
Who are these people?
Auckland
And let's not forget where Lord of the Rings was flmed
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