Scott and Clarabelle were having an intimate session in the back seat of her miniature Volkswagen. The fifteen other clowns didn't seem to mind.
"Stop that," screamed Scott in pain.
"What?" said Clarabelle.
"You're twisting my penis like a balloon animal!"
He actually enjoyed it though. He shot a wad in her eye. With his trick flower.
Later, he suddenly jerked his head up from her lap. "What's wrong?" she asked.
"You taste funny."
Afterwards, they had a little pillow talk. It then asked them a question.
"Say, I've been wondering, what do you call a female clown?"
"A clunt."