I assume this is intended as an ironic, less-than-flattering portrait, as assembled by a detractor to their culture? Because "Woodstock," it ain't. Fuck, it's not even "Heavy Metal Parking Lot." These dull-edged twats can't even spell 98% of what's so obviously wrong with them all.
In fact, the only thing sadder would be if this WASN'T done tongue-in-cheek. Because if that's supposed to be a celebration, I'm going into hiding.
Its nice to see that a little pregnancy won't stop a Juggalo from a weekend of binge drinking and recreational drug use. Also nice to see that the Juggalo tradition will be passed down to future generations. Make room in that jail cell Sheriff, young Juggalo jr. is a comin' of age...
In the silence of deep space, the Weyland-Yutani Corporation completes its final, most terrifying biological weapon. Successfully combining the DNA of Jason Mewes and Ethan Suplee, the final step to the process is removing all compassion, decency and self-respect.
A successful breeding program, once launched here on Earth, can only result in a cataclysm…followed by the planetary evacuation of the few scattered survivors.
Although, if they ever bring back "Faygo Frosh" I might be tempted to grab a Bitch Stick.
Agreed. Y'know, I'll bet an enterprising entrepreneur could make a real "killing" at that particular event by simply:
1) Digging a giant pit 2) Filling it with scorpions and sharpened sticks 3) Covering it with a tent 4) Putting up a sign outside that says "NEKID JUGALETS INSIDE!!!" 5) Charging these genetically-defective sub-retards twenty bones to go in.
Sometimes Darwin needs a little shove, y'know? Obviously, these creatures aren't drinking themselves to death at an acceptable-enough rate to ensure extinction.
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I assume this is intended as an ironic, less-than-flattering portrait, as assembled by a detractor to their culture? Because "Woodstock," it ain't. Fuck, it's not even "Heavy Metal Parking Lot." These dull-edged twats can't even spell 98% of what's so obviously wrong with them all.
In fact, the only thing sadder would be if this WASN'T done tongue-in-cheek. Because if that's supposed to be a celebration, I'm going into hiding.
Its nice to see that a little pregnancy won't stop a Juggalo from a weekend of binge drinking and recreational drug use. Also nice to see that the Juggalo tradition will be passed down to future generations. Make room in that jail cell Sheriff, young Juggalo jr. is a comin' of age...
In the silence of deep space, the Weyland-Yutani Corporation completes its final, most terrifying biological weapon. Successfully combining the DNA of Jason Mewes and Ethan Suplee, the final step to the process is removing all compassion, decency and self-respect.
A successful breeding program, once launched here on Earth, can only result in a cataclysm…followed by the planetary evacuation of the few scattered survivors.
Although, if they ever bring back "Faygo Frosh" I might be tempted to grab a Bitch Stick.
Ijr. Maybe the best comment we've ever had here. Hold your head up high, good bopper.
sweet fistfucking moses.
the bottom of the barrel is being scraped so hard i can barely hear the juggalos being interviewed.
Agreed. Y'know, I'll bet an enterprising entrepreneur could make a real "killing" at that particular event by simply:
1) Digging a giant pit
2) Filling it with scorpions and sharpened sticks
3) Covering it with a tent
4) Putting up a sign outside that says "NEKID JUGALETS INSIDE!!!"
5) Charging these genetically-defective sub-retards twenty bones to go in.
Sometimes Darwin needs a little shove, y'know? Obviously, these creatures aren't drinking themselves to death at an acceptable-enough rate to ensure extinction.
No need to kill these people off. Thats what Taco Bell's dollar menu is for.
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