May 23, 2012 —
Suddenly, without warning, the little bird was snatched from the cage, thrust into the pot and then into Flip’s mouth.
As the hostess screamed and her guests squirmed, he stood there with his red, blistered hand and hot cheese all over his grinning face.
Flip was asked to leave and never return. He said he didn’t mind because a good clown must always be spontaneous for his audience.
Today he likely would be diagnosed with impulse control disorder – someone who can’t resist the urge to do something harmful to themselves or to others.
I wonder if ole Flip knew he was ahead of his time…sadly.