Clown

Rob looked in the mirror, pushed in the giant red plastic nose. It squeaked and he grimaced. He hated to admit it, but it really did suit him. So did the long floppy shoes, come to think of it. As his brother often said, "Once a clown, always a clown."

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Rob checked the time on the watch's flowered dial. Yep, it was time to go. The party started in an hour, and he couldn't afford to be late.
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One, two, three steps towards the door. I'm doing good, he thought to himself, maybe this will actually go well!

Wham! The next step sent him crashing. The last thing he remembered before hitting the ground was the sight of those floppy red shoes. Quite a contrast to the first thing he saw upon awakening - beautiful Jenny Garcia, stark naked on his bed.


Ahh, now i know why I hate this paragraph - it reads too much like a Ramona Quimby book or something - too schoolchildrenish and things. Bah, can I have a rewrite?

And if anyone is wondering, for most of these writing exercises I jsut go with the first thing that pops into my head. I *could* sit around thinking of a (more?) brilliant idea, but its almost easier to just grab the first thing that comes to mind and run with it.