….before I even wrote this article. I’ve never been one to shy away from a cheap laugh, but this one stumped me.

Like, I’m sure it would be funny. Other bloggers have gone down this road and fared pretty well.

I’m talking about the holy grail of comedy, Juggalos. Young men and women who are devout followers of the Insane Clown Posse.

The Day I Didn’t Write About Juggalos!

just...no

Think about you favorite band. I mean, the one you have lyrics tattooed of  on you. Who you’ve seen more times than you can count, have an encyclopedic knowledge of…the one you want to play your wedding and funeral.

Your devotion is shit in comparison to these folks. They have churches, festivals, weddings, funerals every other aspect of their life tied into the marketing machine of the Insane Clown Posse.

They have dating sites.

And yes, I totally signed up to see what was going on (Jugallettes, if you’re interested you can find me under “Mogan Brown.”). I figured it’d be funny to fuck with this cruel practical jokes of god. This was to be the basis of my article.

"that's Mogan with an 'M.' M-o-g-a-n..."

But before this article gained any steam, I stopped and thought about what I was doing. And honestly, if Snow fans are able to track me down, I don’t wanna think about what some guy from Indiana dressed in clown makeup would do if he found me. Probably cover me in faygo and scream “whoop whoop” before returning to his job at the local Wendy’s collecting unemployment.

so my shift manager was all up on me and i was just like "yo, fuck you. I'ma do mine and start rapping!"

But there’s also the chance I could open up my door and meet a hatchet to the fucking skull. There is a lot of stupid shit I don’t mind putting my life on the line for (bears on unicycles, epic keg stands, epic keg stands on unicycles ,  keg stands with bears). Juggalos are not one of those things. Call it lazy, call it played-out…just don’t call it Garbage Day Material. We take the high road here.

So I’m just gonna stop right now…..

must...contain....disgust...

Seriously? Rapping clowns? What in the blue fuck is wrong with kids.

Okay, we might revisit this if you guys are down. No, not “down with the clown.” Just…you know what, forget I said anything.