Angst The Klown

Not the kind of Klown you would want to meet in a dark alley – you wouldn’t know whether to fuck him - or run away screaming.

Performing a perpetual balancing act on the edge of madness, He’ll tell you to fuckOFF! – and then give you a smeary kiss, triumphantly yelling “Klown Bukake!” as you try to wipe off the greasepaint.

A skirt-wearin’, strangely erotic, dark kind of Klown, you better watch yourself – this one just doesn’t give a fuck.