Don’t I know it… my first trip through Oregon (on the way to Washington), I stopped for gas, got out and grabbed the gas pump, and thought I was going to get beaten by the attendant.
Then he saw my California plates and just rolled his eyes…
I’ll not soon forget, my sister had a friend from Salina, who was quite convinced that the one about the gerbil and the lighter (I’ll not go into detail… not the sort of thing one discusses in mixed company) actually happened to one of the brothers from the Mathis Brothers Furniture television ads.
My Mums best Urban legend was the one about the guy who had a ‘bubble car’ (of course they have no reverse gear) he drove it into the garage and parked too close to the wall..and three weeks later, they just found a skeleton apparantly (Mum, do you know for a start how long it takes a human body to decompose?) Anyway, having explained the logistics of this, she was still adamant that it really happened. Now you know where the family madness is inherited from…
My mother likes the emails that say 'Forward to a bazillion people and a special animation will magically appear." Selp perpetuated virus spam!
Took me YEARS to break her of that one.
My dad is STILL convinced that if he sends enough people the email from the Gap, he’ll get a gift certificate from them. At this rate, he should have racked up at LEAST $5000 in certificates :roll:
The one about the spiders in the cactus are TRUE.
I know because I heard it from a guy I work with who’s wife’s best friends’s cousin knows the person who’s nephew’s aunt bought the cactus.
I WAS going to stop watching this topic, but now I can’t. I am laughing too hard.
And to think, you said that with a straight face.
Visit the “Am I a scary clown or not?” Web page!
Some of those long, sharp teeth would probably interfere with whistle playing.
Caj
EWWWW! Yes, that one was WAAAAAY scary!!! Please no more posing the likes of THAT!!! 
I have an innate fear of clowns. Postings such as the above, by Caj, are seriously detrimental to my sleep health.
In other words, I’m scared to go to sleep now that I’ve seen Mr. Pointed Teeth Clown. I blame it on my parents who had a seriously freaky-scary clown picture in my room when I was a child. I think it was painted by one of my stepmother’s college friends, whilst on acid.
And that, of course, reminds me of the time I was on a mountain and the trees tried to eat me.
I’m not terribly fond of clowns either. When I was about 13 or so (I think…who knows now), I went to see Poltergeist. If you’ve ever seen that movie, it has a REALLY REALLY scary clown in it that tries to pull the boy under the bed. I was so scared after seeing. Upon returning home, I went into my room where I was greeted by MY clown…I hadn’t thought of it until that moment but MY clown looked just like the one in the movie. Needless to say that clown was not long for this world.
Poltergeist was a bad one, as was Tim Curry as Pennywise in “It”. My wife doesn’t even like to see the DVD cover picture from that one…
I was flipping channels, this afternoon, and one of the religious channels (TBN) had a cartoon on about the Children of Israel and the Golden Calf and the giving of the Mosaic Law, and it featured the voice talents of Tim Curry.
versatile guy.
Clowns aren’t the only scary ones. My younger granddaughter was taken to see a department store Santa when she was almost 3, and was terrified. So, of course, they took her back the next year and made it even worse.
A month or so after the second try, they brought her out to California for the first time. As they walked into the house, there I stood with my full white beard, red sweatshirt, and about 25-percent more weight than I have now–much of it concentrated around my waist. She absolutely panicked. It was at least another year before she’d even come near me. 
One time I was standing outside a Japanese train station, waiting for a couple of Japanese Bluegrass musicians to pick me up, and there was a guy wandering around in one of those Goofy costumes with the big plastic head. A young couple came out of the station carrying a two-year old, and when Goofy went prancing over waving his arms, there was all kinds of kicking, screaming, and crying from the kid. The parents couldn’t calm her down at all. She was still crying and quivering when my friends came for me, even though Goofy had finally given up and walked around a corner to search for quieter prey.