I stumbled upon a juggalo walking his granny across the parking lot the other night
(true story)
He was a big fat juggalo.
the type where the belly hangs lower than the shirt.
his shirt was red & black with the hatchetman on it & his pants were massive 1990's era rave style, with the waist length bottoms, frey'd at the edges.
I stopped & was polite as he walked his granny in front of my car, hella slow.
Never was a juggalo hater, possibly because I never had to encounter one before aside from at Mars' shows & even then we were backstage & didnt have to deal with the paint & sweat & weird juggalo stuff.