I might be a juggalo now

I bought a raspberry-blueberry soda the other night. It was a Faygo, but I didn’t think anything of it really. But tonight I was cutting my hair when I absent-mindedly buzzed off the hair on the back of my head.

I guess what I’m trying to say is: One thing leads to the other. You do something¬†off – it can set you down a certain path… a path you may not want to go down.

So I think I might be a juggalo now, you guys.



I mean, I basically have a shaved head with a lock of half-blonde/half-pink hair.

Are there any “psychotic” pop punk bands or do I have to start listening to bad hip hop?

Say somethin'.