Yesterday, I posted the above image on Facebook with the caption “Who’s Going With Me?”  It’s a brave thing to post something like that on Facebook because (1) there may be people that don’t know you well enough to know that you are COMPLETELY JOKING and (2) some people may seriously take you up on the offer, letting you know that they actually LIKE the Insane Clown Posse and now you are forced to block them on Facebook and forever think poorly of them.  See the issues I face with my kind of sense of humor?  It’s something I have to struggle with every day.  But there is one person that I KNEW would totally get it and not let me down… and she did not.

 

The second the email came through that Dena had commented and I read it - I lost it.  I was laughing so hard that I was seriously balling crying.  I called her and could barely get words out I was laughing so hard.  I KNEW that she had seriously done some research on “Juggalo Names” to be able to comment for me… which is AWESOME.  Dena and I have had an unhealthy obsession with fans of the Insane Clown Posse (better known as Juggalo’s and Juggalette’s) for a long time now - seriously… we have had MANY in depth conversations on what makes these people tick.  We have followed crime investigations when a juggalo is involved… the works.  It cracks us up.  We are weird like that.  Not familiar with what a Juggalo is?  Well Urban Dictionary defines it as:

1. 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” accesories. 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.

OR

Darwin’s biggest Obstacle.

OR

A greasy, fat, teenager with a kool aid mustache and no friends who listens to songs about clowns in his step mother’s double wide mobile home when he isn’t hanging out at the mall food court.

A google image search on the word will spark your interest too I am sure of it!  Click here and prepare to be AMAZED!  You are welcome for that.  If you REALLY want to laugh, check out my favorite juggalo site here.  And if that was not enough, pour yourself a cup of Faygo (official drink of the Juggalo community) and read about this “Juggalo Baby Funeral” here - if that does not make you question life, I don’t know what will.

Enjoy the links and say a little round of thanks today that your not related to a juggalo and do not have a child that is “down with the clown.”