I like Maury's approach to phobias better.

I was hoping for:


"[...] As she keeps her eyes on the clown, Chris' anxiety begins to lift... until Pop! Pop! it lunged at her wielding a pop-corn gun..."

-1 star because no involuntary bowel discharge

I feel bad for the clown. It's hard to get through your act when somebody's crying in terror.

When The Ham fisted shrink tell this lady "His name is Mr. Giggles" the face she makes is priceless.

First of all, she's not missing anything by not going to the circus. I went once and ended up depressed over the sad, sad animals.

Second: the gal sitting next to her trying not to laugh as the woman hyperventilates=gold.

Phobics are pathetic. A stuffed animal??

Also what a laid back clown

That clown's all, So this is it, this is what rock bottom looks like: a sobbing woman holding a sheep.

Jesus Christ, I'd hate to be that clown.

Man, it must have been surreal to be in that room.

Also, I hope she freaks out when she goes to McDonalds. And I don't just mean vomit, because I do that when I go there and clowns only give me vertigo.

in my lonely room
I cry for the
fear of a clown
when there's no one around

This woman has had at least one nightmare where she was pulled into a clown car and couldn't escape.

I was afraid of clowns too, at like age two, but this is just pathetic.

My ex has a paralyzing fear of clowns. My FRIEND'S ex has a paralyzing fear of clowns. This is an epidemic.