When I was younger I yearned to run away from my humdrum life of captivity and join the circus.
Maybe I would grow up special enough to become a member of the 'Tent of Wonders'
Or perhaps I would have the courage and skill of a lion tamer and the crowd would gasp as I would place my head in the lions mouth.
But everytime I tried to escape my owner would spray me with the hose and yell:
"Bad Dog! Go Home!"
The challenge was to take the top 3
emailed photos on yahoo and create a hopefully amusing story about
the sequence. I reserve the right to refuse a disturbing picture, this includes any pictures of celine dion.
Please feel free to add alternative captions if you can or comments if you can't.
All rights to the photos belong to the companies in brackets beneath them. All text, concepts and layout is copyright Mort 2003-2007.
This update was delayed by nine hours of travel hell...
Is it just me or is the circus creepy? I don't just mean the clowns, I just think the whole shebang gives me the creeps. I think it has to do with the fact my parents told me that the circus people would take me away if I was bad. That they would put me in a bottle and show me in the freak show... Thanks Mama 'n' Papa.