When I was little, one Christmas we got a big Bozo the Clown inflatable punching bag for Christmas. I was pretty excited because all the kids I knew had a bop bag and they looked really fun. I walked up to Bozo and punched him hard, square on his shiny squeaky red nose. Immediately, I was filled with overwhelming guilt and remorse and started crying, inconsolable despite the grown-ups and other kids there trying to convince me that the Bozo bop bag had no feelings. This made me cry even harder. I never again hit Bozo and he was removed to my brother's room for the duration of his inflation.
So, when I was shopping the other day and came across a mini Bozo bop bag, I had to buy it. Mainly so I could make this video.
That Christmas was a long time ago. Heh.
The Story of Bozo the Clown Mini Bop Bag
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