It's Friday and I've drank so many Faygo cocktails I'm gonna become a were-Juggalo. Clown makeup will seep through my pores. My hair will grow out and form into Juggalo-shaped jerseys and beanies. And I will blast shitty clown rap before I am mercifully arrested in an alleyway in Downtown Minneapolis.
One weekend a month, I am now down with the clown, spraying Faygo into the faces of passersby. And hoboes.
I have learned from the Carnival Master, and now I am mediocre yet competent at clown-based card games. Thanks, Frank West!
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