i don’t know what you are talking about.
i am talking about the clown you hired to entertain at your wife’s birthday party three years ago.
that’s the second time i have been asked about that this week.
well then don’t keep us in suspense, just tell us what you know,
i don’t even remember a clown, i thought i hired a piano player , a disc jockey, and a stripper.
according to our records, you hired a clown.
i don’t remember a clown. you must have me mixed up with somebody else.
we know what we know,
i am confused, i am sorry, i am confused.
does the name harry johnson mean anything to you?
not off the top of my head.
how about george johnson? do you remember him?
is he some kind of politician?
we think he was a friend of yours.
i don;’t recall any george johnson. or harry johnson either. were they brothers?
they were identical twins.
let me guess - one of them was the clown.
you jknow perfectly well, mr yarborough, that they were both the clown.
i don’t have a very good memory.
why don’t you make it easy on yourself, and stop playing these foolish games.
i don’t understand any of this.
oh, you don’t understand any of this. but you remembered the piano player, the disc jockey, and the stripper well enough, didn’t you?
i feel a great emptiness devouring me. and you gentlemen, if i may say so, are the veritable embodiment of that emptiness.
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