shaggy's wife is actually a filthy, filthy whore, so the fact that shaggy's little boy looks just like shaggy is in fact the only miracle mentioned in the song.
ICP - Miracles (official video)
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Bacchante
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When I finally watched this, I about pissed myself laughing. Amazing, moving video. I'm giving my heart to Jesus tonight.
I had no idea that Juggalos were such an epidemic. I ran into one, well..he ran into us at our Mendo Lake campsite at night. Fucking 400 lb Lake County bastard barrel rolled through poison ivy into our camp, dragging his 16 year old/very drunk brother with him. This guy's head was as big as a watermelon. Dumb as one, too. Note: we were on the dry side of the campground..with what seemed to be a ton of Lake County folk. Lake County=Meth/juggalos (apparently). All of the respectable families were on the waterfront campground.
Real conversation with "BOBO #1 and BOBO #2:
Us: (startled from crashing sound) "what's THAT??"
Them: "It's BOBO!" *stumbles through camp, almost walks in bonfire*
BOBO "....what is this, some kinda goth party??"
Us: Yep, I guess so
BOBO: "hey, this is my little bro, it's his 16th birthday"
Bobo #2: Fuck yeah man, I'm so fucked up. I don't give a fuck, I'll do PCP, I'll do shrooms, I'll do chronic, bitches!! Chico REPRESENT! WHOOP WHOOP!"
BOBO: FUck yeah, CHRONIC! WHOOP WHOOP!
us: *speechless*
BOBO: "You guys wanna buy some shrooms???"
us: "um, thanks, but I think we're good"
BOBO: "hey, you guys wanna give us some shrooms??"
us: ".... sorry, we don't have any"
*BOBO walks over to Phil & the hookah we were smoking..Phil slyly kicks the coal in the fire..we really didn't want whatever STD(s) this guy had*
BOBO: "Man, gimme somma dat hookah, man!"
Phil: "sorry, man, we're out of coals"
BOBO: *still hanging onto the hookah whip* "....man, what's up with this hookah??"
Phil: "sorry, we're out of coals"
*he repeated to ask this, in the same timing, about 5 more times...while teetering and almost falling in the fire. goldfish memory.*
BOBO: "Where the bitches at?? *Sara and I are standing on either side of him, in hoodies, thank god* "you guys LIKE BITCHES?? You guy's like BITCHES??"
Greg: "Man I LOVE bitches! *slaps leg*
BOBO: "....man, what's up with this hookah, man??"
Greg: *fake enthusiasm* Hey, you guys like ICP???"
BOBO: "YEa-wait, why?" *suspicious*
Greg: "Just askin', I'm totally down with the clown, man!"
*Seeing a potential fight happening, I wandered off to my car in the dark, grabbed my aluminum baseball bat from the trunk and hid it a few feet away*
BOBO: "Hey, gimme some of that 40, man!"
Callum: *possessive* "dude, it's my last one"
BOBO" *drunken hand gestures* "gimee somma dat 40"
Callum: "I'm sick"
Me: "hey dudes, there's this total wickedcrazy party going down by the water!"
Greg: "Fucking bitches and everything"
BOBO: "FUCK YEa-wait, you trying to get rid of us!??
Me: "no no, we're just boring as fuck.
They bought it and started to leave.
BOBO #2: Well, me and BLUBBA, or..whateva...are gonna bounce!!"
BOBO: "WHITE POWER!! WHOOP WHOOP!!"
*dramatic exit through brush and poison oak*
US: ".... ..YEAH! whoop?"
NEXT MORNING:
*woman shouting* Where the FUCK is BOBO???
*hungover guy* I don't fucking know, but when I find him, I'll KILL him! Motherfucker stole my smokes n shit!!!"
Yep, all real. Bobo is now a legend in my circle of friends.
I had no idea that Juggalos were such an epidemic. I ran into one, well..he ran into us at our Mendo Lake campsite at night. Fucking 400 lb Lake County bastard barrel rolled through poison ivy into our camp, dragging his 16 year old/very drunk brother with him. This guy's head was as big as a watermelon. Dumb as one, too. Note: we were on the dry side of the campground..with what seemed to be a ton of Lake County folk. Lake County=Meth/juggalos (apparently). All of the respectable families were on the waterfront campground.
Real conversation with "BOBO #1 and BOBO #2:
Us: (startled from crashing sound) "what's THAT??"
Them: "It's BOBO!" *stumbles through camp, almost walks in bonfire*
BOBO "....what is this, some kinda goth party??"
Us: Yep, I guess so
BOBO: "hey, this is my little bro, it's his 16th birthday"
Bobo #2: Fuck yeah man, I'm so fucked up. I don't give a fuck, I'll do PCP, I'll do shrooms, I'll do chronic, bitches!! Chico REPRESENT! WHOOP WHOOP!"
BOBO: FUck yeah, CHRONIC! WHOOP WHOOP!
us: *speechless*
BOBO: "You guys wanna buy some shrooms???"
us: "um, thanks, but I think we're good"
BOBO: "hey, you guys wanna give us some shrooms??"
us: ".... sorry, we don't have any"
*BOBO walks over to Phil & the hookah we were smoking..Phil slyly kicks the coal in the fire..we really didn't want whatever STD(s) this guy had*
BOBO: "Man, gimme somma dat hookah, man!"
Phil: "sorry, man, we're out of coals"
BOBO: *still hanging onto the hookah whip* "....man, what's up with this hookah??"
Phil: "sorry, we're out of coals"
*he repeated to ask this, in the same timing, about 5 more times...while teetering and almost falling in the fire. goldfish memory.*
BOBO: "Where the bitches at?? *Sara and I are standing on either side of him, in hoodies, thank god* "you guys LIKE BITCHES?? You guy's like BITCHES??"
Greg: "Man I LOVE bitches! *slaps leg*
BOBO: "....man, what's up with this hookah, man??"
Greg: *fake enthusiasm* Hey, you guys like ICP???"
BOBO: "YEa-wait, why?" *suspicious*
Greg: "Just askin', I'm totally down with the clown, man!"
*Seeing a potential fight happening, I wandered off to my car in the dark, grabbed my aluminum baseball bat from the trunk and hid it a few feet away*
BOBO: "Hey, gimme some of that 40, man!"
Callum: *possessive* "dude, it's my last one"
BOBO" *drunken hand gestures* "gimee somma dat 40"
Callum: "I'm sick"
Me: "hey dudes, there's this total wickedcrazy party going down by the water!"
Greg: "Fucking bitches and everything"
BOBO: "FUCK YEa-wait, you trying to get rid of us!??
Me: "no no, we're just boring as fuck.
They bought it and started to leave.
BOBO #2: Well, me and BLUBBA, or..whateva...are gonna bounce!!"
BOBO: "WHITE POWER!! WHOOP WHOOP!!"
*dramatic exit through brush and poison oak*
US: ".... ..YEAH! whoop?"
NEXT MORNING:
*woman shouting* Where the FUCK is BOBO???
*hungover guy* I don't fucking know, but when I find him, I'll KILL him! Motherfucker stole my smokes n shit!!!"
Yep, all real. Bobo is now a legend in my circle of friends.
neal
wizard in black
my real-life juggalo encounters have gone down pretty much the same way
giant fat-headed loud mouth white trash idiots with no manners who are too drunk and crash into everything
giant fat-headed loud mouth white trash idiots with no manners who are too drunk and crash into everything
Altitudes
Stay Frosty
Haha, there is a good chance I have come across these very same people. There are quite a few juggalos around this area. Many of them fat white trash
WhiteBeastofWotan
Apostitutes!
I haven't either, fortunately. A girl I knew in high school was an ICP fan but she was pretty normal.
Chromatose
Squid pro quo
That one friend of Amy's that was at the Halloween party I think it was kept talking about how she had this favorite band of all time and she would follow them everywhere and go to all these shows and they were HER LIFE but she refused to say what band it was because she said we'd laugh at her, a lot. The only thing I could come up with at the time was that it was probably ICP, it really makes sense.
I think they inhabit the midwest mostly. The jersey trash that will listen to ICP are usually the nascar/wigger crossover crowd. But they won't be outright and wear facepaint and shit. They might have an ICP decal on their trucks though.
Det Som Engang Var
Viking Bastard
I know this black bitch who loves ICP. I made a light hearted comment of "worst band ever", she goes ape shit. Paragraphs, phone calls, text while I'm at work.
They're the scum of the earth, I tell ya.
They're the scum of the earth, I tell ya.
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