I do face paint very well, thank you.

Was this about the headphones joke?  Geese.  Ouch.  I surrender. 

And it's just the Claremont Institute for Clowns now.  The other circus programs lost their academic standing. 

So I call Lifeline and my call gets directed to an operator in Pakistan.  I told the guy on the other end that I was feeling suicidal.  He says: "Yes sire, you did the right thing to call, Sir.  Now: can you drive a truck?"