I remember when I was 13 some juggalo used to message me all the time on AIM. There was one time he had taken some drugs (acid maybe? I don't remember what) and he was telling me when he was in school everyone's clothes melted off. Then his fingers melted off and he could only type to me with his thumbs. I'm seriously hoping that guy is dead by now.
check out that assclown's profile
"I marketed myself,to sell knives. I manage and protected the knives.To bad I had to leave because of transportation issues."
I've known a handful of juggalos, but none since college. I don't remember hating any of them, although I would not have loaned 50 bucks to any of them. There was one girl who was pretty cool.