CrystalGeezer
My secret's my enzyme.
Or thing, rather. But post your clowns and mimes and creepy stuff here.
Mine is masks. Hate them. I was just reading on the toilet a National Geographic from November, 1960 and they have this article on Mardi Gras. The caption to this photo, which gave me the heebeejeebees reads:
Masked Krewe of Comus, in plumed helmets and shining capes, swirl their partners before the enthroned Comus and his beautiful queen. Dressed in their finest ball gowns, the ladies sit in a guest section until they are called out by a member of the Krewe. His identity remains a secret.
I wonder why I hate this.
Mine is masks. Hate them. I was just reading on the toilet a National Geographic from November, 1960 and they have this article on Mardi Gras. The caption to this photo, which gave me the heebeejeebees reads:
Masked Krewe of Comus, in plumed helmets and shining capes, swirl their partners before the enthroned Comus and his beautiful queen. Dressed in their finest ball gowns, the ladies sit in a guest section until they are called out by a member of the Krewe. His identity remains a secret.
I wonder why I hate this.