Finally, a genius journalist and undercover mastermind – myself – has infiltrated the juggalo ranks, posing as one of their own, to get inside look at their silly shenanigans. If you thought it looked bad from the outside, well then, digest this scoop from the inside.
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Now, I’m no juggalo. I’m not retarded, inbred, or obese, and I don’t have a hatchet man tattoo; so it was no small task for me to blend in with their kind. It was like when that white dude wore blackface in the south and wrote Black Like Me, only less racist and I didn’t wear facepaint.