NO LAUGHING

I purse my lips as my eyes scan over the familiar words posted on every street corner, every bus stop, every child's forehead... You name it. It's not like there's any reason to laugh anyway. Ever since the king died, the economy crashed, banks lost their interest and the depression started. People lost their jobs, including me so I guess that's it done for clowning around.

You aren't even allowed to smile and if you think u know da wae around it, it won't be long before you're punder arrest. I suppose it's pretty sad. As a clown I'm supposed to be a punny person but all my jokes were about unemployed people and now none of them work. I tried to pick up a new profession, took a chance in the song industry with a song about a tortilla but it just turned out to be a lame rap. I then tried cheering up kleptomaniacs but they took everything I said too literally.  I did manage to settle in a new job but as soon as I took a day off, I got fired from the calender factory. The last straw, however, was when I got canned because I couldn't concentrate the tomato juice enough.

It's then that I figured that I could never be happy in life so now I spend my days milling about in the country, reaping about what ever I can sow. I did meet a chemist there who asked me for a joke but sadly I had to decline. There weren't any good jokes left. They argon. Nonetheless, we did watch a magic show by a Spanish magician. It all went well until her started counting. He was all 'unos, dos...' but then he disappeared without a tres.

The only place that cheers me up now is the zoo. Sadly, ever since the depression started there's only one animal left. Now I'm not an expert or anything but I'm pretty sure that it's a shitzu.