Autopsy the Clown – Good Clown Gone Bad

So I was sitting on my couch getting ready to spend an intimate evening with my fleshlight when I caught a glimpse of my tv and saw an apple commercial for it’s iPhone and they were stating that there was an “app for that”. I thought it was cool because I own a iPhone ( um yes clowns have cell phones ). Anyways as I continued to prepare my fleshlight for a good thumpin’ I saw yet another commercial and it was for Verizon and they were stating that there was a “map for that”. A weak counter punch to Apple’s campaign but what do I know about 3G coverage? I am just a clown remember? Anyways as I began to pull down my pants I started to have a vision and began to think that if there is an app for that and there is a map for that then by george there must be a clown for that so without further a due, Autopsy presents to you….There’s a clown for that!!

Did your brother & sister just die in a horrible car accident? Are you now suffering from anxiety as your about to bury them? Don’t worry because “There is a clown for that!!!” I’ll show up at the funeral parlor, prop them up on my segway and motor their dead asses around the funeral home! I’ll even tie streamers and cans to the back of the segway with a sign that says “Just Died!”. So don’t let their funeral be a sad occasion, let it be a fun occasion because “There’s a Clown for that!!”

We’re you just racially discriminated against?  Did someone of another ethnicity make fun of your heritage?  Well guess what?  “There’s a Clown for that!”. Call Autopsy and I will track down the racist and will shout harmful names at them until they develop some sort of complex. I will go to their work and make sure his 75K/year salary is knocked down to minimum wage! Instead of laying poolside next to wifey, we’ll make sure his ass is now cleaning pools while I’m out making his wife turn tricks! So the next time your passed up for a job because of your race, remember to call on me because “There’s a Clown for that!!!”

Do you look in the mirror and say, I need to go on a diet? Do you eat a bucket of chicken but drink diet soda? Well my friend that means you’re fat!!  But guess what? “There’s a Clown for that!”  Fuck Jenny Craig, I’ll watch your weight! I’ll sew your asshole shut and keep feeding you and feeding you and feeding you until you have mashed potatoes oozing out of every god damn crevice on your stretch marked carcass! So the next time your beard has more strands of spaghetti then it does hair, remember…”There’s a Clown for that!”

Staring in the mirror, feeling sad? You have no friends nor do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?  Ready to throw in the towel and commit suicide?  Fuck that!! You don’t have to do that? Why??  Well that’s because “There’s a Clown for that!”  I’ll slit your wrists with a pair of your childhood ice skates, then smother you with a pillow, then force feed you everything in your medicine cabinet, then tie a noose around your neck and hang you and after a minute of dangling, I’ll cut ya down where you’ll fall into a nice cold bath where you’ll then be greeted with a blow dryer & a toaster!!  Best part is, you don’t have to lift a finger! So the next time your feeling weak and ready to give up on life just remember…”There’s a Clown for that!”

Is your kid being bullied at school? Does he or she come home from school everyday crying and sad? Are they are on the receiving end of an atomic wedgie atleast 3 times a week? Well parents, do not worry anymore & why you ask? Well duh you dumb fucker….”There’s a Clown for that!” I will track down the bully & teach them a lesson they shall never forget. I’ll  remove all of their toe nails & finger nails using a pair of old rusty pliers then I’ll sew their nose to their ballsack! So the moral of the story is if you’re kid is getting picked on, your siblings died, your suicidal, your a target of a race crime or your just a fat ass, all you need to do is remember 5 little words…”There’s a Clown for that!”

Ahh, the fine art of twisting balloons into objects such as cute little animals or into funny hats or even cool vehicles. I remember when I first became a clown and was working a birthday party for this little boy and I was sitting in a chair with about 15-20 kids sitting on the floor next to me and they were watching in amazement as I was blowing up balloons and twisting them into pink flamingos and little white puppy dogs for them. Their little faces were lit up with happiness and joy as their smiles stretched from ear to ear as I was handing them out to them. At that moment I remember thinking to myself “Autopsy, the joy your bringing to these kids through the simple art of twisting balloons is why you became a clown” and at that moment I nodded with approval thinking how fun this shit was. That day seems like an eternity ago and that’s because it was. These days, there is only one thing I hate more then kids and that’s twisting balloons into cute animals. I mean how many times can you turn a regular old balloon into a giraffe or something?  It gets old fast and sooner or later your going to lose your mind and that’s exactly what happened to me.

I was working this birthday party out in Long Island and it was for this rich ass family who had this huge ass house. The husband worked on Wall Street or the NYSE. Anyways it was a beautiful day, I was sitting by the pool with the kids and of course they wanted me to twist balloons for them. I didn’t want to but I had a flask full of whiskey on me and I was well on my way to being shitfaced so I figured why the hell not? As I was twisting balloons for the little rich brats, I saw the mother walking out from the house down towards the pool. She was a piece of ass…tall, slender, blond with a great set of fake tits. It’s almost as if me and her we’re the only 2 people at the party as I stared directly at her as she strolled towards my direction. She walked right up to me, kneeled down & rested her hand on my knee then started to say something. I didn’t hear a damn word she said as my eyes we’re fixated on her luscious lips. Finally after being lost in her eyes I heard these little brats crying their eyes out and at that moment I snapped out of my trance. I looked up at the mother who at that point was flipping out on me. I didn’t know what the hell was going on. Kids we’re crying, the mother was screaming & cussing me out while the other parents began running over to us to see what on earth had happened. As I stood up the mother shouted out to me “Get your shit and get the hell outta here you sick bastard!!!”    Me?  sick bastard?  Well yeah but what did I do to warrant this name calling now and as I bent down to grab my flask that was sitting next to my chair, I found out why I was being called those names. The balloon I was twisting….

You see what had happened, I was twisting balloons for the kids and as the hot mother with the big boobies was approaching me, I lost focus on twisting the balloon that was suppose to be an llama or some weird animal. I was so fixated on the hot mom  all my brain could compute was me banging this hot ass mother with the big fake breasts which translated into me twisting a balloon of exactly what I wanted to do to her. Anyways, the kids we’re confused and the parents we’re outraged. Needless to say the cops we’re called and I was escorted off of the property and I’m no longer allowed to perform in that town but something good did come out of it all and that was X-Rated Balloon Twisting!  I have rediscovered a true love of mine thanks to that hot ass milf in Long Island!

Let’s face it, just about everyone loves a good party. There are many things that can factor into having a good party such as good food, tasty cocktails, hot music, cool people and great drugs. But what’s missing these days are some fun ass party games. That’s why I have created “Party Games by Autopsy” which will be a sure fire way to turn your good party into a great party. I have taken some classic games & put a new spin on them such as turning Duck Duck Goose into Duck Duck Noose which is shaping up to be very popular in the south. I have another variation of DDG which I am calling Fuck Fuck Noose. It was a personal favorite of David Carradine. One game that we cannot play is Simon says. That’s because Simon is dead. I fuckin killed his punk ass!  Don’t worry though, you can now do what Autopsy says! What, you don’t want to do what I say? No problem then & move onto another fun game such as bobbin’ for Crapples!  Stick your head in a toilet and see just how many crapples you can pull out with your teeth!  My personal record is 11.  Now no party is complete though without a grab bag. Everyone likes a grab bag. Who doesn’t like to leave a party without getting some “swag?” Well I have redefined the classic grab bag and I am proud to introduce to you…the Colonoscopy Grab Bag! Roll up your sleeve and reach in elbow deep to see what treasure you can pull out! So the next time you are at a party make sure you make it an unforgettable one by playing Party Games by Autopsy!

Abra-Abra-Cadaver, I’m going to reach out and stab ya! I am proud to announce my latest package for your entertainment and that is Abracadaver – Magic by Autopsy the Clown. This magical experience is 100% interactive with my audience as these tricks will literally blow your mind! This package is more suited for a larger audience such as corporate events or comic book conventions but still can be done for your child’s birthday party or Grandma & Grandpa’s 50th anniversary party. David Blaine, Criss Angel ain’t got shit on Autopsy when it comes to magic. My special brand, Abracadaver is dead on magic folks. Here is just a taste of what you’ll get….

Saw a Man/Woman in Half – I will ask for the fattest male or female
volunteer out of the audience to join me on stage where I will stuff them in a box & carve them up like a thanksgiving day turkey using an arsenal of saws such as a Bone Saw, Chain Saw & a Jigsaw. This volunteer will most certainly have piece of mind when they hobble away from this experience. This trick is sponsored by the folks at Stihl and Mike’s Meat Packing Plant.

Sword Swallower – Another trick that will involve a lucky female volunteer from the audience in which I will pull out my “skin sword” and make it totally disappear as I insert it into her mouth and down her throat making her swallow every bit of it. It’s an orgasmic  trick that’ll truly leave you choked up inside!

Catch a bullet – Think you can catch a speeding bullet between your teeth? I think you can and all you need is some encouragement to do it and thats what I am going to give you. I have an uzi which was given to me by a Mexican gangbanger as payment for his daughter’s birthday party and with this uzi I am going to unload every bullet in it right at your face from about 10 yards away and we’ll see exactly how many bullets you can catch in between your teeth! You’ll be blown away over the results!!!

The 3 Shell Game – Feeling lucky? Well one lucky spectator will be able to play this classic game with a new twist. I will use 3 shells in which I will quickly move them around mixing them up at which point you’ll have to identify which one has a pea under it. Be careful though because the 2 that do not have a pea under it both contain objects you do not want to uncover with one being a posionous black widow spider and the other being a poison dart frog. It’s a game to die for!

All this and much, much more!  Also look out for Abracadaver – Magic by Autopsy the board game coming soon to a Woolworth’s near you!