Pathetic Purple Clown and PPC 2

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Pathetic Purple Clown and PPC 2

And the Canadian Clown Conspiracy

In 2003, before PPC's disappearance:

"I know all there is to know about the crying game..."

This is my starter doll. I bought him on eBay cauz i felt sorry for him. Someone had obviously made him with love and time was running out on the auction with no bids. I couldnt bear the thought of him being thrown into a box in a musty basement somewhere, so i bought him. My boyfriend's first reaction was, "What is this giant purple thing on his head? A brain tumor?" I had no explanation and no remedy that i could think of . So this pathetic doll comes to you with a plea for help.

09/13

Meeting Jacky has changed PPC. He's taken a good look at himself and has decided to embrace his secret desires. He has a completely new face now. A few little hints of his old face remain in honor of his horrific clown origins. He is sprouting new hair as well since he shaved his head. I'll post pictures before he travels to Canada.

-Sunny-

In Search Of....PPC

written by PPC 2

My father, PPC, was born quite a few years ago (nobody knows exactly when) in the midwest somewhere. Most of his life has been a mystery because he was employed by the CIA (Clowns In America) and many of his important personal papers, such as his birth certificate, clown license, etc. are kept under lock and key at the CIA. I never got to meet my dad because he left on a secret mission for the CIA before I was born. He was assigned to the Coulrophobia Unit (fear of clowns) and sent on a mission to unravel the mystery of the infamous Canadian Clown Conspiracy (CCC). Very little is known about the CCC. It is a secret, powerful political cult whose tentacles reach across the globe. Its members are highly trained and deadly. They are taught to kill first, ask questions later. The most dangerous thing about the CCC is that its members masquerade as normal Canadian citizens. They are housewives, milkmen, delivery boys, dollmakers. They are taught to appear friendly and even naive. However, these insidious mobsters are no average janes. They are cunning, ruthless, and bloodthirsty. It is believed that their main directive is to exterminate all clowns upon the face of the earth. However, even this is not known for certain.

My father developed a benign, although quite large and disfiguring, brain tumor in early adulthood. It was actually the perfect guise for him to gain entry to Canada and establish a foothold in the CCC. In early winter of 2003, the CIA made arrangements for him to receive treatment for his brain tumor at a top-notch surgical facility in Sacramento, California, with the plan to continue post-operative treatment in a hospital in Ontario, Canada. The hospital in Canada uses medical approaches which are completely illegal in the United States. But it was the perfect way for my dad to get his foot in the door with the CCC. The administrator of the hospital, Brandy Butter, is one of the head honchos of the CCC. Dad shipped out to California to undergo surgery at the hospital in Sacramento. His surgeon was the talented Dr. Sunny Sky, an audio surgeon whose fingers have worked miracles on many less fortunate souls. Dad checked in at Dr. Sky's clinic and underwent surgery for his brain tumor. The operation went even better than expected, and with some facial reconstruction, Dad emerged devastatingly handsome and almost unrecognisable. After his recovery, my father boarded a plane bound for Brandy Butter's now-infamous clinic in Ontario. Dad never made it to his destination. The last person known to have seen my father before his disappearance was the audio surgeon Dr. Sky. Dad reappeared unexpectedly in March of 2004, nearly a year after vanishing. He was disheveled, unshaven, and had lost considerable weight. My father's most disturbing affliction was his almost total amnesia. It is my mission to re-trace Dad's steps and try to uncover the truth about what really happened to my father last year. Did the CCC try to extract top-secret information out of Dad's brain and then erase his memory? Did he go AWOL from the CIA or was he held captive? Was he tortured in some evil Canadian dungeon? There are many theories about what really happened to my father, but only one Truth. The CIA has recruited me to discover that Truth. It is believed that a very highly trained agent of the CCC, Axing Lizzie, was instrumental in Dad's disappearance. Another member of the CIA, Jacky the Harlequin Harlot, almost fell victim to Axing Lizzie's evil ways. I hope to meet Jacky and question her about the fate of my father. It is rumored that Jacky and my dad were having an affair, so she may know more than anyone else about what truly happened with Dad and the CCC. My biological mom is Holly Thomas, a Wiccan priestess who specializes in voodoo dolls. It is she who has encouraged me to start this adventure to re-trace the steps of what happened to my dad. I plan to end this journey in Winchester, Massachusetts, at the home of my adoptive mom, Little Dead Gyrl. My biggest fear is that I will fall victim to the same fate as my father. However, my greatest hope is to discover the truth about my dad, and also to have some great adventures and maybe even meet my true love along the way.

I was relieved to find our

little PPC had arrived safely

and he and Spring were not

abducted by that evil CCC!

Oh My! He is very handsome!

That face of his is quite alluring!

I could tell that he still needed

some recovery time from all of

the major surgery, so I let him

rest a bit more and I spent time

with the lovely Spring.

She is a mischievous lttle one!!

Yet mysterious too! Poor tiny

Spring was feeling very vulnerable

without any clothes so we came up

with a dress for her.

She wanted something a little

magical so beware, those are

no ordinary beads! They are

the granules left behind from

a carefully evaporated tear of

a dragon that have been

polished smooth for beauty and

incredible power.

Spring was begging for new

hair but I told her it would

come soon. One cannot have

everything at once, one must

wait there are many places to

to visit and great things will

happen at each one!! And now

it is time for me to wake up

PPC!

The rest did him good but

he was still feeling those

recovery BLAHs so to cheer

him up I fashioned him his own

new hat!! That seemed to perk

him right up! He showed

Spring and she adored him,

when he saw her in a dress

he wanted to ravish her!

I think that they will enjoy

being together in a package

for a few days on their way

to see Carol!

~PJ

He's Back!!

PPC's new head

3/07/2004
Sacramento's Magic...
Above is a picture of me before I traveled to Canada, right after my brain surgery at Dr. Sky's clinic.
Below is a picture of me, after returning from Canada. I am recouping from my latest surgery by hugging my new friend, Spring.

After my trip to Canada I was a nervous wreck and I couldn't even remember why. Nothing soothed me...to make it worse I was forced to undergo two more surgeries and my clothing was stolen.
But now I have 2 long luxurious legs just like M.Manson...ahhh!
And a new beautiful friend to keep me company through my journeys.....Spring is a wonderful thing!

After Samantha:

PPC is shedding his old Pathetic image and is becoming the coolest clown... Marilyn style! He is garbed in what is now one of Marilyn's historic costumes from the MTV Music Awards! Oh my, are you cheeky PPC!

This is me, not to be confused with my doll. I would love to mail myself around for embellishments and plastic surgery, but the postage alone would be astronomical!

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