Insane Clown Posse; You and Your Juggalos Have Been Dismissed
Posted: November 14th, 2008 By: R. Thumpchest | Under: Music, dismissed | Tags: Celebrity, crack babies, Desko Fipps, fat people, ICP, Insane Clown Posse, Juggalos, Meat Hat
R. Thumpchest:
As my first act of dismissal, I will re-dismiss the preposterous phenomenon that has been dismissed since before Baby Moses floated down the river. Insane Clown Posse, wtf?!
Normally I wouldn’t care, but for halloween I actually saw someone dressed up as one of these guys. Is it really necessary to go to concentrated efforts to make children scared of clowns? Doesn’t that just happen naturally?
Inexplicably, you’ve sold millions of albums to what spin called “overweight suburbanites.” Being an overweight suburbanite myself, I take offense to being thrown in the same category with people who could spend an entire night clapping and giggling at a blinking light.
By the way, have you ever actually murdered someone? Fucking posers.
DISMISSED!
Meat Hat:
When your trash, you need trash friends who help you feel like you belong to the garbage pile that is THE INSANE CLOWN POSSE.
I came from the suburbs, I know how there is fucking nothing to do but eat at Koo Koo Roo and try to steal porn magazines from Crown Books (RIP CROWN BOOKS). But there is no excuse to turn to ICP, ICP only wants to feed you soda, fuck your girl friend and make horrible music. Isn’t white trash scary enough? When you put clown make up on white trash it just seems, well, perfect. You know who you’re dealing with.
I wish my cousins put clown make up on all 10 crack babies they had. We would have known early on, that they would grow up to burn down my aunts house, get pregnant at 10, and crash grandpa’s car into the creek. Four out of ten in jail isn’t so bad. That means Six of those kids are still walking around, breathing our air, sharing my bloodline. One found me on myspace a few years back, her whole page was a tribute to ICP, she is cold 300 tons, and I’m sure she had an ICP wedding. I refused to go to her wedding. I couldn’t stand to see my grandmother, aunt and mother watch two fat clowns marry in a parking lot near a photo stop. The marriage lasted 8 days, and he done shot himself. The Moral of this story is, don’t keep having kids to milk off the government cheese, to then buy crack to have more babies to have the government take them away, and then have your mother adopt them back.
These kids really never had a chance, but they had the suburbs and I only wish they put them all in make up. There is one in the litter that raps, and no doubt he and K-Fed would love to be in one of these ICP videos.
If your trash, keep your make up on so I know to dismiss you.
Desko Fipps:
What escapes me is that the ICP zealots do not understand that the world is mocking them. ATTENTION JUGGALOS – you’re worship and making rich a false god! One that encourages you to drink FAYGO! Please head to the local community college, take some Humanities courses and learn what culture is. Once you do that you might realize the err of your ways. Until then, I am pretty sure that both of my cars need their oil changed… get to it.
Oh yeah – this is fun, a list of attractions from this year’s Juggalo Gathering:
http://www.juggalogathering.com/home.php?page_id=attractions
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Don’t forget that they spawned Slipknot, which had even more scary clowns. Has MadEx shown The Killer Clowns From Outer Space at his Drive-In night yet?
I am terrified and weeping to admit that there are some young intelligent peeps who are confused into thinking that Insane Clown Posse is ironic enough to emulate or at least observe in 2008 (i.e. actually purchase tickets to an ICP show instead of spending that hard earned cash on Sanceer or meth.) I took a stance y’all! I was like, OH HEEEELLLL NO.
I almost disowned my sister one sweet afternoon for admitting she had purchased, and enjoyed, an ICP album. One more reason I can’t believe we are related sometimes.
ironic hipster: “hey mojo you wanna get tix to ICP? hahah that would be hilarious.”
me: “i don’t yet have a reason to dive headfirst into a woodchipper, and i’d like to keep it that way.”
I also want to lump in the dismissal of the Halloween season haunted house industry’s over-emphasis of the “crazy lunatic chainsaw wielding clown.” Halloween is my favorite holiday, and I love nothing more than a great haunted house, but let me ask the collective scare committee, why is it when there’s a hypothetical nuclear fallout, fully-dressed clowns are the first to go nuts from radiation and kill people? You’ll find one at every theme park scareground, haunted hayride and baptist boo barn.