At times I believe that a mime is extremely similar to a clown. Sometimes a mime is a clown that is suffering from a major case of depression. Suppose he got fired from the circus and lost his bearded girlfriend to the exploited midget with 3 testicles. Shortly after he totaled his miniature car when he went out drinking with the last of his money.
So now he is on foot and all the bright colors that once adorned his clothing have become as dull as his personality. Lumpy dares not to speak because his squeaky voice will just remind him of his tragic failures. So instead, he mimics others to distract himself from the fact he is worthless and earns a few bucks to support his new habit. His new habit comes with a new goal, which is to become the fattest asshole to ever climb an invisible rope. Yes indeed, he is becoming quite the fat-ass. Those extra greasy double cheeseburgers, king-size jumbo fries and triple thick milkshakes will soon clog his arteries, stop his heart from beating and put the piece of shit out of his misery. I for one will miss the fat bastard.
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