If attacked by clowns,
go for the juggler.
See now if I was skilled at tweeting or texting or anything of that media frenzy, this would be even funnier. But I’m not.
However, it is now permanently posted here. Tweets and texts are never that preserved.
Courtesy of Roy’s marquee – though the ‘actual’ punch line read – go fer da’ juggler. This is Northern Michigan, folks. That Upper shit is everywhere.