The subtitle to this filth is "me and my favorite Juggalette"
Honestly bitch above me, you look cool...I would possibly stick my dick in you.
But the thing is, the first ICP fan I ever met - faggot. He was very overweight. He had a mullet. In San Francisco you dont see many genuine hick mullets. But he had one. You see punk mullets, hippie mullets, Predator dreadlock mullets. No. His shit was genuine Alabama business in the front and party in the back.
The second ICP fan I met - Fat, ugly, body cheese bitch.
Third - Faggot.
Fourth - Faggot.
Fifth - Human waste bellybutton mushroom growing fat bitch.
Sixth - Faggot.
Now you can see how, after having experiences like this, some people's minds begin to form a certain opinion of ICP fans.
And I cant leave out the "Juggalo" whose bitch was after the dick on the daily like she was bout to leave for womans prison. After finding out I fuckin ran through his decent looking (rare) "Juggalette" until that bitch face lit up like those things you hit with a hammer at a carnival, he said he was going to "pour glue in my backpack" and "eat my soul" or some faggot ass shit.
So after beaming him in the face repeatedly with classrom objects, he finally said out loud he was a bitch and he didnt want none.
What does this story illustrate?
That, although there may be some female ICP fans (perhaps like yourself) worth dousing with mini White Devils, 99% of ICP fans are gay.