Aw, ringmeat, er, ringmaster, wassa matter little guy? Feeling a little peeved because you’re starting to realize masturbation and building model airplanes aren’t all there is to life?
Feeling a little worried because your sad little “worldview” gets challenged, and even made fun of?
That’s OK, little guy. Just huff another tube of glue and go sleepy-bye.
I don’t know what the big deal is all about. I always thought they were the unwanted result of an all night orgy involving the members of a lousy Kiss cover-band, Fred Phelps, Ann Coulter and Dr. Laura.
I’ve treated ICP fans with a bit of tolerance, because two friends of mine were ‘converted’ into foaming-at-the-mouth, following-the-band, multiple-concerts-per-month groupies. I have had to listen to their music. I have had to hear about their concerts. I have had to learn about their stupid obsession with Faygo and their juvenile, self-aggrandizing, wannabe-controversial antics. And now, this.
Oh my god, I forgot all about Faygo. My brother’s obsessed with it. It tastes like medicine. Earth to Juggalo: Just because your band likes it doesn’t mean it’s a quality product…
I think the biggest compliment so far is that I have silenced my bitch. I trained him well and ringmaster only speaks now when spoken to. He’s a good little clownette. Yes he is.
Not to defend ICP, but calling Sharon Osbourne an “English housewife” is akin to calling Julius Caesar “some Italian guy”. The woman has a formidable brain and a sharp tongue, which she’s not in the least shy to use. Sharon definitely rocks…
Y’know, sending me an email full of the words “FUCK YOU!FUCK YOU!FUCK YOU!” over and over again really proves your manliness. I’m so impressed. :rolleyes:
Like I said, undersexed teenage boys and their posturing…