Monday, July 14, 2008

Just a Juggalo goes on, without me.


The_Scum said...

Suicide isn't the answer to anything.

The_Scum said...

Oh yeah, furst two.

Lavi D. said...


The_Scum said...

Okay, now that I'm sure your mental balance is just the normally fucked up I want to say:

Stop hanging out in trashed restrooms.

"I got it from the toilet seat,
it jumped right up and grabbed my meat!"

D said...

Lavi is simply playing true to the Mission Statement (tm) of the site.

How much more "sprawling, mad, [and] incoherent" can you get than a tawdry toilet?

I suspect that he could spend a month on graffiti, even if restricted to displays visible to the public.

Lavi D. said...

I like how Mr. 702 Juggalo wants everyone to know that he sees pee.

D said...

And I thought it was an Internet Communiction Protocol high tech sort of thing.

Rock Candy said...

you old farts need some teenagers so you know what you are talking about....ICP is Insane Clown Possee....word.

Lavi D. said...

ICP is Insane Clown Possee

Well, is this person a member of the Juggalos or a member of the Possees?

Is dual membership allowed in the bylaws?

D said...

Well, who'd have thunk it?

Tits, er Rock Candy, there really *is* a connection between Insane Clown Posse and Juggalo. A quick review of the wikipedia articles shows that piss room graffiti is probably the literary limit for these characters, but thank you for setting us straight on this crucial topic.

Lavi D. said...

Tits, er Rock Candy, there really *is* a connection between Insane Clown Posse and Juggalo.

Wow. Here's another connection - Tits and Juggs!

Rock Candy, are you a Juggalo?

Rock Candy said...

If I told ya I would have to bust a cap in ya.

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.

-Hunter S. Thompson

Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination.

That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular.