notsane1 said

Shoulda been yourself homie. Con was dope af. Whole weekend was amazing. Glad i went and can’t wait till the next.

Never been that big on Dungeons and Dragons……

Could tell alot of people got tix for the after parties only. 

That’s what I would’ve done had I not already had plans to see Twiztid in Toronto last Saturday night.

I just saw ICP perform at Canadian Juggalo Weekend in Calgary 2 weeks ago too…

Either way i was just trying to add to the thread. 

Done with that i guess.

Mcl  

All good. Your objective facts about the low attendance were a nice counter-balance to the horseshit being shoveled in this thread.

✌ 

Man, this event was dope as fuck. The attendance I felt was perfect. It wasn’t a crazy hassle to get involved in tournaments and do the other fun stuff provided. My nephew got to wrestle with his pops and “win” (I got video of that and hope I can hold onto it long enough to show the kid when he gets older), I got to play echoside against different ninjas in the tournament and I got to play echoside against scruffy, dcfaygoguy and his wife megz. DCfaygoGuy and megz were real dope (thanks for playing yall and I want a rematch! lol). I didn’t win shit and trust me I wanted one of those jerseys or at least those fresh ass foil epic cards but I had fun participating. If I knew the deal on Tsuro I would’ve tried my hand at that because Scottie D made a dope ass prize for the winner. I got to meet so many forum ninjas and kick it with em. Played jenga bomb against maryonette….and I schooled it…well not exactly schooled it but I won hahaha. I played fowlarama against CellE and I lost because I can’t throw a football worth a damn but thankfully CellE took it easy on me. Sewerside was in the haugh and that dude is a cool cat. Got to play family fued with him ,jc and maryonette against scruffy, CellE, another ninja whose name I did not catch and dribblybob. That shit was fun and wish I would have played more. I won’t name everyone I met but everyone was fresh as fuck and I hope to see yall next year. The con overall was a great time and I could talk for a long time about all of the other dope stuff but I’ll spare everybody from those details. I brought home some dope merch and real dope memories. MCL 

DemonicSwagger said              Played jenga bomb against maryonette….and I schooled it…well not exactly schooled it but I won hahaha.

Dude, I sucked out loud at Jenga Bomb. It’s a pretty nifty game though, I enjoyed it. I got a pin even though I lost! Haaaa!

Sewerside was in the haugh and that dude is a cool cat. Got to play family fued with him ,jc and maryonette against scruffy, CellE, another ninja whose name I did not catch and dribblybob.

When I fillled out our team cards, (Faygoluvers vs Also Faygoluvers!) that guy told me his name was Lamar.

Family Fued was so fun! I think that was my favorite game overall.

Thanks for chillin’ with us!

DemonicSwagger said
Man, this event was dope as fuck. The attendance I felt was perfect. It wasn’t a crazy hassle to get involved in tournaments and do the other fun stuff provided. My nephew got to wrestle with his pops and “win” (I got video of that and hope I can hold onto it long enough to show the kid when he gets older)

Yeah the attendance was great for venue size, coulda used some more but yeah you could join any tournament provided you were on time (psychopathic time at least lol)

And another mentionable is the kids, the environment was pretty good for folks to bring the kids, the only bad thing they would have to deal with was language for the most part but I got to play a 8-10 year old in king of tokyo and she was better than her pops lol. 

Although I did hear a story about a nude guy in the parking lot right before playing family feud that was hilarious, I didn’t see him and mankini was clothed until sunday so yeah it was probably pretty cool to hang out with the kids at a juggalo event that is not absurd like the gathering and most people are well behaved. 

I could do without the trikes next year though.

I know I said that the previous story was the most you would get out of me. Well, it seems I’m going to make a liar of myself, because I did not see this tale among my other writings and it’s simply too strange not to be documented somewhere.

After Day 2 I decided to take the shuttle to the afterparty. There was a white van parked out front, which I thought at first was the shuttle. I asked the driver (a goofy looking kid rocking a lopsided black smear of a clown grin on his otherwise unpainted face) if this was the shuttle. He grinned and said yes. Opening the side door I saw that this clearly was not the case- the cargo area was filled with piles of old electronics, VCRs, tape players, stereos and shit. I say to the guy, thinking he misheard me, “Obviously this ain’t the shuttle. But you are going to the afterparty right?” He smiled. “Sure am, man. Get in.” I go to the passenger’s side to hop in…and it’s filthy. Like…not disorganized, but gross. Piled with garbage, old clothes, a layer of dirt that suggested that this was a neglected work vehicle. There were serveral warning signs here that I, for some godforsaken reason, ignored. The biggest might have been when he took what looked to be a pair of old drawers and fucking whiffed them before tossing them into the back seat. He sweeps the rest of the junk onto the already substantial pile and tells me to hop in.

I think, Whatever. I guess I’m going on a Juggalo adventure with my weird new gross companion. Besides, it’s only like ten miles to the venue. 

Fool that I am. He was struggling to make it out of the parking lot, and mumbling shit to himself as we leave. He’s clearly not good to drive. “Oh, you’re tripping aren’t you? You sure you got this, bro?” I ask.

He replies, “Naw man I ain’t trippin. I just gyuheeheheeeh, so that’s what I said. They can’t tell me like I neva told a bitch.”

Fucking great. Whatever. Not the first time I’ve been in this situation. Onward to adventure. He seemed to be going in the right direction up until the moment he wasn’t. The whole time he’s swerving trying to roll…something, tabacco, weed, I couldn’t tell. It was too dark. 

“Yo, man. I don’t think you need that. Let’s just get to the venue.” I say.

“Naw man, I drive like this all the time. Its just got a thing like a bitch never call me and his man never rode this way before so now I’m here, we good. All family man.” 

Fuck. Whatever. Let’s just get there already. I tell him he should let me navigate, at the very least. He’s silent for another two miles before saying,

“….so where you headed?”

I look at him. 

“I thought we were going to the afterparty.”

He smiles his stupid smile.

“Aw, nah man. I’m goin’ home.” What. The. Fuck.

“Well, you told me you were goin’ to the afterparty, the fuck did you think I was riding with you for?”

He looks cockeyed out the window.

“Oh I thought you jus wan hang out with me and be my friend.” Stressed as I was, I had to laugh.

“Naaaah, cousin. I can’t be being your friend tonight, having sleepovers and shit. I’m already a stranger in a strange land…so are you, weird motherfucker. But I got a place to be bro. You can just drop me and I can work something out.”

He said he wouldn’t do that to me and agreed to take me back to the spot. Fifteen minutes and two turns into oncoming traffic later, he gets me back to Gibraltar. He’s rolling slowly around the parking lot as I’m recounting these events to some Juggalette that stayed behind,

“Obviously that’s not the shuttle, man, that’s clearly a fucking creepy rape van. I can’t believe you got in that.”

I couldn’t either. Dumb luck seemed to counterbalance my poor judgement this entire trip, which is how I think I survived it so long.

“Do…do you think that’s the shuttle there?” I ask, pointing to the far end of the parking lot, “I don’t trust my judgement to know what the fuck the shuttle looks like anymore.”

“Neither would I if I was you, homie!”

Mercifully it was.

Im still jealous I didnt go..

There is just way to much on my plate right now and it would have been just like irresponsible.

But you better believe next year im there.

TheFvckinKreeper said
I know I said that the previous story was the most you would get out of me. Well, it seems I’m going to make a liar of myself, because I did not see this tale among my other writings and it’s simply too strange not to be documented somewhere.

After Day 2 I decided to take the shuttle to the afterparty. There was a white van parked out front, which I thought at first was the shuttle. I asked the driver (a goofy looking kid rocking a lopsided black smear of a clown grin on his otherwise unpainted face) if this was the shuttle. He grinned and said yes. Opening the side door I saw that this clearly was not the case- the cargo area was filled with piles of old electronics, VCRs, tape players, stereos and shit. I say to the guy, thinking he misheard me, “Obviously this ain’t the shuttle. But you are going to the afterparty right?” He smiled. “Sure am, man. Get in.” I go to the passenger’s side to hop in…and it’s filthy. Like…not disorganized, but gross. Piled with garbage, old clothes, a layer of dirt that suggested that this was a neglected work vehicle. There were serveral warning signs here that I, for some godforsaken reason, ignored. The biggest might have been when he took what looked to be a pair of old drawers and fucking whiffed them before tossing them into the back seat. He sweeps the rest of the junk onto the already substantial pile and tells me to hop in.

I think, Whatever. I guess I’m going on a Juggalo adventure with my weird new gross companion. Besides, it’s only like ten miles to the venue. 

 

Fool that I am. He was struggling to make it out of the parking lot, and mumbling shit to himself as we leave. He’s clearly not good to drive. “Oh, you’re tripping aren’t you? You sure you got this, bro?” I ask.

He replies, “Naw man I ain’t trippin. I just gyuheeheheeeh, so that’s what I said. They can’t tell me like I neva told a bitch.”

 

Fucking great. Whatever. Not the first time I’ve been in this situation. Onward to adventure. He seemed to be going in the right direction up until the moment he wasn’t. The whole time he’s swerving trying to roll…something, tabacco, weed, I couldn’t tell. It was too dark. 

“Yo, man. I don’t think you need that. Let’s just get to the venue.” I say.

“Naw man, I drive like this all the time. Its just got a thing like a bitch never call me and his man never rode this way before so now I’m here, we good. All family man.” 

Fuck. Whatever. Let’s just get there already. I tell him he should let me navigate, at the very least. He’s silent for another two miles before saying,

“….so where you headed?”

I look at him. 

“I thought we were going to the afterparty.”

He smiles his stupid smile.

“Aw, nah man. I’m goin’ home.” What. The. Fuck.

“Well, you told me you were goin’ to the afterparty, the fuck did you think I was riding with you for?”

He looks cockeyed out the window.

“Oh I thought you jus wan hang out with me and be my friend.” Stressed as I was, I had to laugh.

“Naaaah, cousin. I can’t be being your friend tonight, having sleepovers and shit. I’m already a stranger in a strange land…so are you, weird motherfucker. But I got a place to be bro. You can just drop me and I can work something out.”

He said he wouldn’t do that to me and agreed to take me back to the spot. Fifteen minutes and two turns into oncoming traffic later, he gets me back to Gibraltar. He’s rolling slowly around the parking lot as I’m recounting these events to some Juggalette that stayed behind,

“Obviously that’s not the shuttle, man, that’s clearly a fucking creepy rape van. I can’t believe you got in that.”

I couldn’t either. Dumb luck seemed to counterbalance my poor judgement this entire trip, which is how I think I survived it so long.

“Do…do you think that’s the shuttle there?” I ask, pointing to the far end of the parking lot, “I don’t trust my judgement to know what the fuck the shuttle looks like anymore.”

“Neither would I if I was you, homie!”

 

Mercifully it was.

   

Thank you for that your story telling was visceral and I envisioned it all as I read. Seriously made me laugh and smile as I read.

You don’t know the half of it, Milinda. No surprises there- that seems to be your MO. TheFuckinCrapper is damn accurate, ’cause I’ll shit on a bitter bitch like you at every turn of the corner. I guess you didn’t learn your lesson when Ms. Paul spanked you last time; again not a shocker, the retards never do. Sure did cry enough about it though. Besides, don’t you got a dance recital to be at? Go squeeze into your leotard and kindly hop off my nuts. Preferably into traffic.