chances are you've seen me propped up against the glass of your state's inner city convenient store. I'm that guy with a top-hat and those absolutely rediculous kanye west shades (yah, you know the ones I'm talking about) that sells pcp and salvia with my trusty companion: an 80's era boombox with way too much treble that loops a techno version of endless love.
oh, and i know every word to every kevin smith movie that ever existed ever.(NO, not Jersey Girl.....douche)
fo' reezies though, I think it should be mentioned that I have known and respected people that were juggalos, have fond memories from frat parties, have been a proprieter of raves, and currently attend community college... Oh and I have shitty grammar (wanafightaboutit?!?!?@?!?@)
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