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Monday, April 25, 2011

Cirque Du So-Lame

So it's a rainy public holiday, and housemate Flex Chong and I are bored.

We've never even been to acting school.
When suddenly we suddenly had a sudden idea!
Seriously. Never had one lesson.
Of course! While our other housemate Gemma was away, we'd turn her bedroom into a circus! It was all  so clear.
In the past, whenever Gemma had declined joining Flex Chong and I on a night out, we'd always make sure we brought her home a present to show her that we'd missed her. This is almost certainly the reason she once found a bag full of leaves, menus and real estate flyers outside her bedroom door. Rumour has it that it also has something to do with the shopping trolley that rumbled swervingly down our hallway one evening.
So now, with Gemma away for four days, we had to do something special. Sort of more special than the big piece of bark and number-six-painted-on-a-board that we'd already brought her that weekend, anyway.

Although to be honest, it could be a number 9.
In case I've never made my feelings regarding discount stores known before - I frickkin' fricky love discount stores. If it wasn't for discount stores, how could I possibly sustain my lust for plastic crap I'll never use again? Come on, now. You're not using your brain.
Now, the availability of circus props is unpredictable in discount stores. We expected to find clown masks, but failed.

Carnival and Big-Bird's-About-To-Eat-My-Soul masks, though? No problem.
We didn't expect to find gigantic novelty clown shoes, but voila!

You should've seen his underpants.
Granted, we had trouble justifying the purchase of window-rat...



But we more than made up for it with a line of questionably-positioned circus animals...


They're all in a 'lion'. No, wait! That one's riding 'bear-back'. No, wait! I've got a billiion of these...

A foam head and a clown hat...


And, of course, your nightmares taken care of for the next fortnight
...a welcome home banner...


As seen in circuses across the nation
...and plenty of that garish multi-coloured popcorn, the thought of which makes you gag like you're a python swallowing a tractor.



And you always get a bit stuck in the back of your throat like a pu... er, like a church hymn.

But, whether or not the rest was circus-y enough, I think where we really excelled was in the balloon department. One hundred and fifty of those static-charged bad boys. Seriously, I've never been that puffed out around that much latex before. Shut up. Keep going. Shut up.



Like the prettiest and most severe case of bed-hemorrhoids ever.
Gemma gets home tomorrow. I'm pretty sure she'll be delighted. Who doesn't love a lame, half-arsed circus?

 





5 comments:

LaurafromOz1 said...

I think you needed evil clowns to truly brighten up the place.

Anonymous said...

Love it! Makes me want to get flatmates so I can do similar things and they will be scared to ever leave me in the house alone!!
I think you need to get some material and drape it from the middle of the ceiling so it looks like a big top.

Mitzi G Burger said...

Am giggling so much my laugh muscles need a transplant. When Gemma moves out I am first in line to move in!

shellity said...

I love you and your crazy freaky.

sharon said...

People like you make the world a better place. Brilliant.