We're big fans of the whole Juggalo movement here at Videothunder, sharing many of their values like face painting, childish anger, robbing small town grocery stores and shamelessly promoting soft drinks for no real reason. Here is a moving poem from a keen Juggalo which really encapsulates the whole ethos, style and importance of the subculture
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This is incredible, I actually felt a little sick halfway through, its like an endurance poem.
I really feel ill watching anything Juggalo related, I think I've found my phobia.
Oh and also... did Wes Borland have anything to do with the creation of Juggalo Society?
Oh and although incredibly obvious but; ICP - Homies?
persistently disgusting and then comes out some gangrene "homie" with bug eyes. I'm getting scared of clowns.
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