ARE YOU A JUGGALO?

ARE YOU A JUGGALO?
Take this quiz and find out!

Question 1: My favorite band is:
A.) Bubba Sparxxx
B.) Eminem
C.) Vanilla Ice
D.) Insane Clown Posse

True Juggalo Facts! Juggalos are defined by their unerring love for rapping clowns. If you picked D, you are almost 
certainly a Juggalo. Picking A is a bit of a trick question... (Normal people would assume that Bubba Sparxxx is exactly
 the kind of artist that Juggalos would embrace: A dumb, talentless, rapping whigger.) However, any Juggalo will tell
 you that Bubba Sparxxx is the only person to ever be booed off the stage at a “Juggalo Gathering” 
(Tila Tequila wasn't so much booed, as attempted to be stoned to death with half-empty vodka and Faygo filled cans) .
 If you picked A, it’s more likely that you’re a hillbilly who time-travelled into the future from the year 
2001 to warn us not to drink the moonshine that you would bring to market in 2010 
that made everyone go blind and shit their livers out.

Question 2: My ideal woman is:

A.) A hot chick with big boobs.
B.) A hot chick with big boobs dressed in all black.
C.) A hot chick with big boobs wearing clown face paint.
D.) A Juggalette. Also with big boobs.

True Juggalo facts! Juggalos like boobs just like normal human males. The only difference is that they also have an
 affinity for early 90s rave/goth clothes with the pipe legs and the chains hanging everywhere and the face paint and
 various other shit that no hot chick would go within 100 miles of. You are about as likely to see a hot chick at a
 “Juggalo Gathering” as you are to meet a Juggalo attorney or a Juggalo neurosurgeon. Which is to say, not at all.

Question 3: The woman that I’m actually dating really looks more like:
A.) A hot chick with big boobs.
B.) A sorta fat chick that dyes her hair black even though she’s naturally a blonde.
C.) A morbidly obese chick with clown face paint.
D.) A disgusting fat-body of a Robeast that barely even resembles a human being anymore.

True Juggalo facts! The truth hurts, especially when you are a Juggalo. 
This is why Juggalos band together into disorganized “families”, to bear their shameful hogging ways en masse.

Question 4: You catch your pregnant girlfriend smoking out behind the shed. Do you:
A.) Speak to her about the perils of smoking while pregnant.
B.) Tell her to stop, and finish her butt (smokes are expensive, cant let that go to waste).
C.) Burn her arm with the lit cig, to teach her a lesson.
D.) Beat her with a hatchet, and then take her to the bedroom to get started on a new baby Juggalo to replace the one you just self-aborted.

True Juggalo facts! Juggalos frown upon bigotry and racism 
(despite nearly all of them being suburban Midwestern white kids), 
but they regularly engage in violence and “bitch beating”.

(The Juggalo Jesus was conceived in a Dayton Ohio parking lot)
Question 5: My religious beliefs would best be described as:
A.) Personal.
B.) A contradictory blend of Christianity and atheism.
C.) Wiccan.
D.) Some bullshit about dark carnivals and joker cards and Jesus and clowns or some such bullshit.

True Juggalo facts! Many hardcore Juggalos believe that ICP’s music is a thoughtful allegory about life and religion. 
I shit you not. It’s probably the only thing dumber than pretending to be a witch, 
though slightly less crazy than Scientology. 

Question 6: When I get home from work I like to unwind by:
A.) Catching up on a few episodes of whatever premium cable TV shows I DVR’d last week.
B.) Catching up on a few episodes of whatever basic cable TV shows I Tivo’d last week.
C.) Catching up on a few episodes of WWE Raw and Smackdown that I recorded on my VCR last week.
D.) I am unemployed.

True Juggalo facts! The more of a Juggalo you are, the more likely you are to be unemployed. 
Persecution complexes and clown fetishes aren’t generally the types of skills that employers are looking for.

Question 7: My favorite soft drink or beverage is:
A.) Sparkling water.
B.) RC Cola
C.) Pabst Blue Ribbon.
D.) Faygo.

True Juggalo facts! If you even know what Faygo is, you’re probably a Juggalo. I think they only sell it in 
the Midwest, which, as we all know, is a thriving hotbed of Juggalosity. Cheap beer is another favorite of the Juggalo,
 though they share this affinity with other white folk that only like to pretend to be uneducated and poor.

Question 8: My education level is:
A.) High school or above.
B.) Junior high.
C.) Laughable.
D.) Nonexistent.

True Juggalo facts! If you are a Juggalo, someone is probably going to have to read this article 
out loud to you and change all those big multisyllable words.

Question 9: True or false: My interest in wrestling is only superseded by my interest in rapping clowns.

A.) This in no way pertains to my interests.
B.) False.
C.) True.
D.) What the fuck is a super seed? Is that some kind of badass new pot seed or some shit?

True Juggalo facts! The only thing Juggalos like more than wrestling is rapping clowns. 
Scientists theorize that Juggalos may even have developed their signature short, squat stature 
over generations of backyard piledriving (and inbreeding).

Question 10: True or false: My face is like the surface of the moon, only rounder, and covered with molten cheese.
A.) Uh, false.
B.) True.
C.) Pretty much, but you don’t notice the craters so much what with all the face paint and everything.
D.) Eh, I dunno. I haven’t actually seen what my face looks like since I got the clown paint permanently tattooed on.

True Juggalo facts! Faygo is a leading cause of skin outbreaks, which are not at all helped by the 
dollar cheeseburger and hot pocket diet, nor the pore-clogging face paint.

Bonus Question!
I will send a sniveling hate mail message and/or flaccid verbal threat to the author of this article:
A.) Never.
B.) As soon as I’m finished crying.
C.) Already sent it.
D.) In as long as it takes me to get a ride to the library. Because I don’t have a computer. Or a car.

True Juggalo facts! Juggalos are notorious for being obnoxious whiny bitches. 
One of their favorite things to do is to threaten to cut another Juggalo’s head off 
with a hatchet or some crap like that via email, Twitter or Facebook. 
When that same Juggalo receives a threat in response, he will then make a complaint 
about the sender to the email provider, send an angry reply back on Twitter 
or spam his Facebook messages with abuse. This will probably result in both of them being 
banned or deleted, at which point they will then take their little disagreement to another social network. 

Never will they actually meet and do any of the things that they threaten to do to one another.

TALLY UP YOUR POINTS!

If you answered mostly A.
Congratulations! You are not a Juggalo. With any luck, you will never hear the word “Juggalo” ever again in your life, and will live happily ever after as whatever dumb group of losers that you belong to instead.

If you answered mostly B. 
You are considered “at risk’ of Juggalory. Move to a major metropolitan center of language and culture, and you should be fine. Stay away from Hot Topic and eat a salad once in awhile, it isn’t gonna kill you.

If you answered mostly C.
You may be in need of an intervention. You are dangerously close to naming your first-born child “Shaggy 2 Dope” or “Violent J” (even though it's a girl). Your job in the Walmart stockroom may be in danger if you continue wearing your face paint to work, you’re running out of social networking sites to get deleted from, and the U.S. government refuses to recognize “Juggalo Ninjas” as a proper religion worthy of tax exemption. The only way out for you at this point may be to fake your own death. It’s certainly worth considering.

If you answered mostly D.
The supreme Juggalo, from which all others are spawned.
Then you are an “Alpha Juggalo”. Other Juggalos revere you. You may even be in a band that plays Juggalo music! You probably have all the Robeasts and Faygo that anyone could ever want, if anyone ever actually wanted Robeasts and Faygo. You are truly a trendsetter among an army of identical, overweight white trash unemployed rapping clowns. Great job! You’ve officially had a hand in devolving the human race as a species!

E.Buzz Miller's Pop Culture Notes and other junk.: August 2011

Education: Not leading to Juggalism since 1995.

When I was younger, around the age of 15, I had a juvenile sense of humor.  Fart/pee jokes were finer than the wine I wasn't technically allowed to drink at the dinner table but did anyway.  That's why whenever somebody mentioned ICP at this age, I didn't realize that they were saying an acronym.  I literally thought the band was called "I See Pee."  Being young and retarded, this made me giggle.

I've grown up now, and my sense of humor has drastically expanded, but still, there's that 15 year old lurking in the back of my mind that smirks whenever I hear or read that acronym.

I remember, back in the halcyon days of my summer youth, this one girl asked me to come over to her house.  She was actually incredibly cute, and of course, the hormones that were my brain at the time commanded me to do as she said.  So I did.  She then proceeded to play ICP on her stereo system once we got to her place.  Being a child of Godsmack, and actually having played the saxophone for 7 years of my life, jamming to the tunes of both classical and jazz, I immediately detected severe waves of faggotry emanating from her stereo system.

This isn't music, I thought.  Other thoughts followed as well.

This sounds like bear sex on a bass drum kit.

What the sweet hell is a Juggalo?  Is that a guy who juggles dicks?

The last and final thought was pussy ain't worth listening to this shit.

And that's when she said the following words, and I quote, "I would totally kill my dad to this music."

Time kind of slowed down.  I realized that I was in the Twilight Zone.  Normal people don't say this kind of thing, I knew that for a fact, and I was kind of weirded out by the fact that everything in her room was ICP related.  I knew then that I had to get as far away from this girl as possible.

So I stood up, said "Yeah, uh, I got a science thing to do.  At home.  Now.  Please.  I'll talk to you later."

"What?  But we just got started!"

"Yeah.  Uh.  Science project.  Sorry."

I showed myself out, got into my car that I barely knew how to drive, and peeled out, doing 70 on the way home, even though it was only 10 minutes away.

Looking back at that incident now, I realize that had I stayed, I'd probably have 15 illegitmate children with that whore, and would have contracted some mutant form of AIDS which would rob me of my sight and turn all sounds I heard into jungle music about axes, and I'd probably weigh in at 400 pounds with a severe case of gout and would probably be an accessory to the murder of her father.

This is the same whore who later tried to contact me via facebook a couple years ago, and let's just say she gives fat a whole new meaning. I'm sure her ass has it's own congressional district and/or branch of the military.  Her ass is the moon that Newt Gingrich wants to colonize.  She has her own gravitational pull.  She affects the tides.  Look, I could go on forever.  Needles to say, this bitch created tectonic faults in her wake as she waddled from her rancid meth cave to hop on her moped so she could putz around at four miles per hour to the McDonalds down the street.

In response to her friend request I asked her the stock question "I don't get magnets.  How do they work?" and she raged like a sun going supernova and she sent me idle threats which made me laugh uncontrollably.  I told her to come at me on her power scooter, and she detonated.  The resulting messages were incomprehensible, as if she was bashing her hideously fat hands on the keyboard hoping that words came out.  Remember Gorilla Basic for Windows 3.1?  Some of you reading this might not remember that ancient game for it was before your time, but needless to say she looks just like them, except twice as ugly. 

Fortunately, my parents gave me a saxophone (There was a study out a while ago that said that kids in band got 20% better grades or something of that nature.  Food for thought.) and pushed higher education on me almost since I could speak, ensuring that I would not be some lowlife faggot who paints gelled sperm on their face and goes Porta Potty diving for rancid feces to throw at Tila Tequila at the age of 35. 

To put into context the type of people my parents are, it was my mother who introduced me to Godsmack, and it was my father who sat me down and made me listen to Rage Against the Machine.  My mother played the clarinet and guitar.  My father was a drummer.

I owe a lot of my successes to my parents because they pushed knowledge like it was crack, and they didn't take failure from me as an option, because they knew I could do anything if I had the right tools.   

The fact that Juggalos exist is because their parents pushed crack, as hers did as it later turned out two years ago.

JUST SAYING.

My adventures living with a dirty Juggalo pt 1

The names and locations will be changed to protect........ well no one really, I just don't feel like dealing endless sniveling and gnashing of teeth in my day to day life. It is bad enough I have to deal with this fucking scum bag already without him boo-hooing about this too. Forgive my sentence structure, run on sentences and other glaring writing errors. I am by no means a professorial writer or English major and I am sure it will show.

Well I guess there is no other place to start this story but from the beginning. I live on a large acreage a few miles away from a somewhat larger midwest city and run a small business that handles online sales of real world merchandise. At one point I ended up with a Juggalo we will call Billy living on my property and sort of working for me to cover his rent but our story starts a few years earlier than that.
I first met Billy through a mutual friend that was big into medieval reenactments. Said mutual friend was known to have weekend long parties at his house every weekend and when I had nothing better going on I would just stop there with a extra case of beer or a bottle. Well over the years I had met a rather odd variety of "people" at this place and being kind of a prick in the real world, me and another like-minded friend that actually lived there at the time (we will call him Jim) would have endless fun screwing with the weirdos that came and went over the years. Now keep in mind most of the "people" that started hanging out on the weekends towards the end was homeless dirtballs  that came to crash for the weekend and mooch, but always seemed to find money for booze and cigarettes or pipe tobacco. At this point Jim and I had made a game of getting pissed up drunk and seeing who could be the biggest asshole the the new homeless mooches, including games like: pelting sleeping bums in the dome with beer cans, who could get one of the turds to do the craziest jackass like stunt for a cigarette, and other such things we could come up with. This is not including who could bang the new decent bitches first, but you get the idea and I am getting off topic here.

I first met Billy on one of these weekends of drunken douchebaggery when he showed up with his girlfriend at the time... lets call her "Peggy". Billy was a homeless transplant from a few states away and came here to be with Peggy that he met on MySpace (yeah that long ago). Well Peggy's parents caught wind of her buying a homeless guy she met online a bus ticket to come here to meet her and understandably flipped the fuck out, so she left her rich parents to live with a homeless scum bag in a homeless shelter. Now at this point you might be thinking Billy is a Brad Pitt looking motherfucker or something like that but I assure you nothing could be further from the truth. Our pal Billy is a short, sickly skinny, dirt ball with coke bottle glasses and is completely bald on top with long dirty hair around the sides and back that form some sort of hybrid mullet that Jim and I call "the skullet".

Now Peggy was no prize herself mind you. She was rather plain and at that time only slightly chunky with thick glasses herself and to let you know now, time is not kind to Peggy in the years to come. But that will be covered in future installments. Now what lead to these two morons being together is a story lulzy in of it's self and worth going into further. Billy had found Peggy on a MySpace pagan group and tells her his, as of yet unconfirmed, tale of woe. He claimed to have been married so some woman and she was pregnant with his child but she was murdered and the reason he is homeless is because he "gave up" after that happened. On top of all this he fed her some line of shit about how they were together several times in previous lives and they are fated to be together again (no seriously, I could not make this shit up if I tried). At this point Jim and I was still being nice for the most part because Billy and Peggy did not seem as bad as the other losers around and they stayed out of our path, well that and we did know about all this horseshit yet. This spree of kindness did not last long due to Billy eventually getting drunk enough to start telling us all about his and Peggy's past lives together and about all of us having various roles in these past lives. This incurred a shit storm of lulz and many years of mockery that still continue.

Normally Billy would have been laughed out of the place, but that same weekend while drunk, the topic of midget tossing came up (all the details are a little fuzzy due to jager bombs) and one thing lead to another and another friend of ours that was over, ended up tossing a consenting Billy across the yard. This resulted in Billy having a broken leg that needed a rod and several screws to fix. The friend that owned the place not wanting a lawsuit (or in Billy's case, an lol-suit) let Billy and Peggy stay for a while 'til Billy was well enough to walk. During this time period Billy had gotten in contact with his homeless Juggalo friends in his home state and somehow convinced them to come here for some reason. I am not sure I can adequately convey the utter lulzyness of this growing horde of dirtballs with words, but I can try. The first one being a girl in a wheelchair with cerebral palsy I nicknamed "Crazy Legs", She came with her future baby daddy we will call "Tony". We will cover some of the lulz of this pair of simple fucks later on... (to be continued)

Male & Female Juggalo Characteristics

MALE

The male Juggalo (Juggalus retardus) is the most common breed of ICP fan. Clown makeup, as well as displaying how awesome a juggalo is, also works to mask the major acne issues that they tend to have. However, it is likely that wearing makeup all day is the main cause of their acne in the first place, which explains why Juggalos are still dressed like clowns when well into their twenties: To cover up their pus-filled sores.

In their youth, Juggalos often rebel against "The Man" in unique forms of protest (By saying "fuck" to their parents and teachers, and even going so far as to dress like clowns in school, assuming their peers do not administer frequent beatings for such behavior). Due to their accelerated education through the teachings of Insane Clown Posse, many feel fit to leave school early, opting instead for a life of cheap drugs, picking fights with other musical cliques, and trying to father a child in vain. In the non-Juggalo, or "Hater" world, this places their entire subculture on the same intellectual level as children, which perhaps explains the appeal of becoming a Juggalo to those beyond teenage years who suffer from serious mental retardation.

Juggalos form the crusty flakes of shit around the asshole of society. Their lack of formal education or goals in life (Outside the compulsive accrual of every stitch of official ICP merchandise they can get their hands on) means that their employment prospects are on par with illegal immigrants, ex-convicts, the mentally retarded, and sex offenders. To be fair, many Juggalos happen to fall into at least two of those aforementioned groups, with the exception of illegal immigrants due to the Juggalos' rich Aryan heritage. Despite these stigmas, Juggalos have a broad range of employment opportunity in many fields.

Service Industry:
Eating utensil sanitizer
Peepshow booth glass cleaner/jizz mopper
Amateur tattoo artist
Fuel transfer technician
Meth lab cook
Grease trap {cleaner}
Outback Steakhouse busboy
Breaking rocks with other rocks
Refuse collector/disposer
Parent disappointer

Military:
Bullet catcher
Human shield
Leavenworth quarry landscape technician
Minefield early-warning system
Prisoner of war

Medical:
Viral testing guinea pig
Downs Syndrome study specimen
Specimen for the study of ape behavior
Organ bank
Bedpan {washer }

FEMALE

It is true, though hard to believe, that there is a female version of Juggalo known as a Jugalette (Juggala syphila). Their appearance is remarkably similar to that of the males, which is why many don't believe Juggalettes actually exist. Identifying a Juggalette from a Juggalo is like determining a penguin's gender; the only way to find out is to administer a blood test or a genitalia examination, both of which represent a significant bio-hazard to nearby countries. The precise mental gymnastics that allow Juggalettes to reconcile both the instruction to hate "haters" and being the obvious object of hate in all Insane Clown Posse songs are unknown.

The largest form of Juggalo, Jugalettes are invariably morbidly obese, and as breeding programs have shown, this problem in addition to their cheap drug addictions means that they are unable to successfully produce live offspring. Their natural habitat is the Gathering Of The Juggalos event where they run around topless or naked.

Since no Juggalette can produce children that aren't horribly deformed, it is important that these children start listening to ICP immediately after birth: A sort of "baptism by bass boost", if you will. Their inability to give birth to anything worth living does not deter Jugalettes and Juggalos from copulating anyway, as the dead body of a Juggalo child (Or "ninjet") is an important bargaining tool while haggling for official merchandise and donations via official Juggalo media. Mentioning the dead child is usually sufficient enough for free T-shirts, medallions, and CDs. But in order to obtain the more expensive goods, the corpse presumably has to be mailed to Psychopathic Records along with a self addressed envelope.

Origin

Juggalos

A juggalo (or juggalette) is a retard who thinks the most important thing in the world is the fact that he listens to Insane Clown Posse.

Origin of the word

The word "Juggalo" comes from the latin word "jugiter", which means continually, perpetually, and constantly / instantly. This is because Juggalos are continually annoying the shit out of the world, perpetually avoiding getting a job, constantly fantasizing about Silent Gay's boner.

Juggalo characteristics

Juggalos will often wear clown make-up to ICP shows and say "MCL" at the end of posts ("Much Clown Love"). Many juggalos like to pretend they have some sort of social disorder, (wetting the bed) but do not be fooled. One of the idiots from ICP is bipolar or something retarded and unimportant like that so they all think being "insane" is cool.

Juggalos are known for their anti-homosexual ideals and poor spelling (because they're too busy with a cock in their mouths).

Many Juggalos also happen to be furries, which doesn't make a lot of sense with their anti-homosexual stance, but does go along with the whole outcast from society bullshit they whine about.

ALL juggalos are TOTAL retards, NONE of them are worth your time. A lot of them are trailer trash that would be listening to their sisters fucking the entire trailerpark if they didn't have SOMETHING blasting out of their crappy stolen mini-stereo, so they play this.

Juggalos claim to be "hated", "outcasts", and things of that nature. Every time they have a gathering, they leave garbage everywhere, trash the place, and assault people 10 on 1. And then, they wonder why people hate them. Otherwise, in reality, nobody really gives enough of a shit to hate them.

Juggalos are also often stoners who feel it is necessary to play the song "Homies" ad nauseam and tend to have major acne issues (the true reason why they cover their faces with idiotic make-up. Ironically, it's also part of the reason why they have such horrible acne in the first place.)

With their sixth album's release, ICP revealed that the Dark Carnival is, in fact, a complete and separate version of Christianity in which it is believed that god has bestowed upon the Juggalos their own private Juggalo heaven called "Shangri-La", which was actually a fictional heaven from some book by James Hilton. (this favor is most likely due to their extreme holiness and tendency towards morality). In this "religion" it is also assumed that the images associated with ICP album covers are agents of god who judge everyone upon their death. Unfortunately, this is no joke and is actually believed to be the truth by a select few. With this, finally someone has brought into light the obviously true fact that god gives preferential treatment to fans of Psychopathic Record bands. Also, ICP members are all prophets put here on Earth like Jesus to spread their holy messages; upon death, they shall rise again. These are all infallible truths that you would know if you had read the bible.

In a fantastic display of individual thought, many juggalos converted in order to remain "down with the clowns." The results, as expected, were staggeringly retarded. This comes as no surprise, considering the obvious association with Christianity in their lyrics:

My axe iz my buddy, I bring him when I walk
me and my axe will leave your head outlined in chalk
My axe is my buddy, he always makes me laugh
me and my axe cut bigot spinal chords in half
My axe is my buddy, and when I wind him back
me and my axe will give your forehead a buttcrack
my axe is my buddy, I never leave without him
me and my axe will leave your neck a bloody fountain

The Dark Carnival is actually just a cult, much like Scientology. Contrary to popular juggatard belief, you do have to pay to be in it; you have to be 'Down with the Clown' in order to belong to their faggy cult, and in order to do that, you have to buy their ridiculous yet wholesome CDs, as well as facepaint/dried semen and Tshirts from Hot Topic so nobody makes fun of you. Of course, you have to attend meetings, called 'Gatherings'. And just like most cults, the few people who do wake up from it realize that they were tools and are the very definition of sheep, and are now a few hundred dollars poorer for having been a part of it. However, unlike most cults, the Dark Carnival caters to poor people with inane product placement of Faggo and other lower-class drinks and substances.

How Juggalos exist

Juggalos exist due to a genetic anomaly which causes severe, mind crushing retardation. They continue to spread because due to this handicap, they lack the ability to properly use a condom. Anabelle Lotus can therefore be considered an example of divine intervention. If she had lived, she would have killed herself anyways for having such retarded fucking parents.

Juggalos

We are against those who call themselves "juggalos" or "ninjas" normally claiming they are being themselves or individualistic. You will recognize them by the familiar stench of B.O. and stale cigarettes. They are literally walking diarrhea people... 

A Juggalo is a member of the Insane Clown Posse's cult of personality (It's a well known fact that all Juggalos are Lolcows). They are easy to spot, as they proudly wear their clown makeup in public, dress in dark clothing and behave without any class or dignity. They are not to be confused with goths, as goths have better taste in music. Typically hailing from trailer parks, these individuals are often fat, ugly, toothless, use an amount of profanity in conversation that even EDiots would find excessive, have no taste, smoke meth, so helplessly retarded if they killed themselves their Parents would be proud, and opt out of their educations in the 8th grade. Strangely enough, despite claiming to enjoy ICP for their musical merits (Insinuating they enjoy rap in general), you will never hear them listening to any music groups outside of the Psychopathic Records label. They are utterly oblivious and often hostile to the reality that the band and its "music" is a parody, much like the more popular and successful joke of a white rapper, Eminem.

tl;dr: Take the worst of rap, the worst of rock, white trash, wiggerhood, MTV, mix generously with steaming shit, then throw clown face paint on top of the whole mess, and you get a Juggalo.

What is a Juggalo?

For the most part, an uneducated, pathetic excuse for a human being who listens to the group ICP who are bold enough to actually consider themselves musicians. People you see wearing "hatchet-man" accessories. They should not be allowed to reproduce, because that is too cruel to future generations. ICP isn't rap, it isn't metal, it isn't rap/metal, and it isn't horrorpop. There is only one way to properly categorize ICP; unnecessarily and unartfully offensive and obnoxious noise.

"That juggalo is stupid enough to think that ICP is music."

Confused individuals that are a product of the break down of the white middle class/lower class family, hero worship, and the emasculatory expectations of society. Usually characterized as indolent, witless, overly self-glorifying, and speak a lot of shit about anyone but are never concerned about backing it up because they won't. All these traits are an attempt for a cohesive group structure that accepts them and will tolerate their unfounded angst/effeminate banter or actions. A purely American occurance that is a scourge on par with Chavs and Wiggers.

"The Juggalo proceeded to talk shit about my mohawk so I punched him. As usual the Juggalo bitched out, stopped his mockery, and sat down while grumbling about socio-economic inequalities that he didn't comprehend because I am in the same class as he."