I made a total *** out of myself today at my boyfriends little brothers birthday. He had two clowns for his birthday, and nobody told me this after they knew I'm terrified of clowns! When I went to the backyard I didn't see them so I thought I was in the clear next thing I know one comes in front of out of me out of nowhere blowing up a wiener dog. I ran all the way upstairs, and into my bf's room locked the door, and waited until the clowns left. How do cure this "ridiculous" phobia?
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