The objective of Klown Inc has been to not only serve as a haven for people who could care less, the thoroughly clowned, screwed, and weaseled out of things, but to provide shelter to those that have been accused of being things that we have no clue of being, such as the Man, Mac Daddy, or even repulsive by women's standards.
 
A student was roaming around the Texas-based campus of Ambassador University on a hot, steamy early October afternoon.  That student, which was yours' truly by the way, referred to people who got on his nerves and pretty much friends and people in general as "clowns".  I (forgive the shift from 3rd to 1st person) inherited that habit from my dad.  Well, pretty soon not only I had those same people (including the ones who got on my last nerves) calling me a "clown", but they started CALLING EACH OTHER THAT AS WELL.  Shortly thereafter on a typical Friday night where there was nothing going on anywhere on campus, the guys and I sat in our dorm, Mesquite Manor, and came up with the club, Klown, Inc. spelled with a "K".  Since then, circa early November 1991, Klown, Inc. has grown in number, support, and popularity in my last years on campus and even somewhat today.