The words of Saint Monique could never be untrue- “When you do clownery, the clown comes back to bite.”
I have made these words my motto and guide for life. When you do Foolish Things, you very quickly bear their first name.
The imagery is just as amusing and it is terrifying. Imagine wearing a clown’s costume for a few hours, with the freedom to do whatever you want- whatever. Then you take it off, and sooner than later, the lifeless costume becomes full of life, gets up, hops towards you, and bites you in the ass (or worse still, some other sensitive area). Oooh! It makes me shiver.
I suppose the lesson for the hour is to think thrice before doing anything. It is restricting, but I would take temporary restriction over long-lasting embarrassment/damage. The latter is a bit more unhealthy for the ego than the former. ‘Wisdom is profitable to direct.’