So the carnival is in town and my kids have rode me all week to go, so we went today around 5 pm and it was still hot as hell so I pulled out my wife beater tank and through on a hat. I never were a tank top rarely, even to the gym, I don't try to draw attention to much since i cycle. Any way we make the circle and hit all the rides and at the end there was a clown in the dunking booth, fucking annoyingly loud and had a microphone and knew what to say to push everyone's buttons. My 6 yr old boy wanted a shot. $5 got you 12 baseballs, we all knew that he wouldn't hit arm to knock the clown in the water but have a little fun. Well he struck out nada all 12'balls, this fucking clown him shaking he was so mad from running his mouth. So my son looks at me a says get him dad, I was ready to fire that midget clowns ass up, and then before I got my first throw in he pulled the Roid Noid card, actually called me Roid Noid, I looked around just to make sure Roid Noid wasn't there lol. Then he asked if I was on or off cycle, on microphone right in front of my family and everyone else watching. I just played the game and said off and flexed my bicep and kissed it and told the clown to say goodnight. I was actually pissed at this fucking clown now. Then he started in on the wearing a hat and balled head lol. I just took my hat off, I still have a decent head of hair. I use to pitch so I just knew I would nail his nasty ass mouth with 12 throws. No freaking luck, I was all over the target but couldn't nail it down. On the way home my wife started laughing, and said on or off cycle, we both chuckled. My kids on the other hand now hate clowns and I had to explain that there are good clowns and bad clowns. Moral of the story, never wear a wife beater to the carnie to dunk the clown if you want to keep your cycling on the down low.