things I imagine Sugar Slam smells like;

-cigarettes
-taco bell
-pancake make-up
-body odor
-flavored condoms
-Violent J's flopsweat
-febreeze

Fuckin' CHRISTMAS miracles

She tries SO HARD it hurts more than mere incompetence would.

[Scene: The break room at Target]
Juggalo 1: "Say, my fellow 'ninja', have you heard of Psychopathic Records' latest endeavor to consolidate the 'Juggalo Family' around a common cause?"
Juggalo 2: "Alas, I've not. *Fuck* not. Tell me, does it involve hurling excrement at musicians I've paid money to see?"
Juggalo 1: "Ass, no."
Juggalo 2: "Does it involve sixty year-old wash-outs from 1980s wrestling promotions lighting themselves on fire for a pittance?"
Juggalo 1: "Dick and balls, no!"
Juggalo 2: "Does it require me to ignore my out-of-wedlock children, my personal hygiene, and my woefully lacking academic and social skills?"
Juggalo 1: "I'm afraid not, faggot."
Juggalo 2: "Then I am entirely uninterested."
[Curtain, Faygo bottles ensue]

I like her because it's so obvious she is only doing this for money.

Truly, the Christian thing to do.

If you told me after the Jenny Jones video that by the end of the day (the DAY) that I would have a new favorite for most ridiculous thing I'd ever seen, I wouldn't have believed you.

Then, "Jolly Ass Jams." "Santa Claws." "Agnagraphed."

:::*white flag*:::

That is Violent J's baby mama. Fact.

I had no Idea there was Juggalo Championship Wrestling.
To think it's been around for more than ten years.
How they've endured, the Juggalos.

This is more clever than almost anything I've seen on TV in the last decade, at any rate.

MAD POOR KIDS GETTIN' TOYS

CUM ON NINJAS, GIVE A FUCK!

You figure they would just tell everybody to pray for a motherfuckin' Christmas miracle.