Okay, I AM a Juggalette, a Dark Carnival Juggalette. What I've been taught over the years that that is, is a person that follows ICP's Joker's Cards. Now, bitch, I ain't no fucking fat ass crack whore, but some of us are. We're different, and we are freaks. Of course, not all of us are. We can be real sweet and loving. We stand up for our clown family, we don't let each other down. We're that person who will drive across the U.S to save our homie from the bullshit they're going through. We're behind each other all the way...
A Juggalette is walking down the street with no care, sees a complete stranger and hears him talking about him being a Juggalo.
The lette- "Hey, homie. I'm a lette. I need some help."
The lo- "Sure girl, what's up?"
The lette- "My parents are hurting me again."
The lo- With no questions asked, he either take her home with him or beats the shit outta the parents.
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