Post by stretchnuts on Jun 9, 2019 8:20:02 GMT -5
Young kid in client face pain wearing a hockey jersey is jumping around to music out of a mini Bluetooth speaker. His name is Stretchnuts the clown. He cart wheels and jumps onto a milk crate next to the Strawberry Festival Carnival sign.
Stretchnuts: To all the juggalos and juggalettes...we about to get twisted!
He pulls a 2-liter of faygo moon list out of his Jnco Jean shorts, shakes that bitch up, and begins spraying. People walking into the carnival are getting pissed. Some fat middle aged guy in a wife beater turns bright red
Idiot: I'm liable to kick your ass you little fucking punk!
Stretchnuts: I'm underrated on the street and in the backyard, bitch! You're talking to the next city champion running your bitch ass mouth!
Idiot: What is your problem kid?! Do I need to get Office DeBools down here? People are here with there families!
Stretchnuts: Bitch, the fuck you think you're talking to? Maybe you just don't know. I won't hold ignorance against you. On Monday Night Mischief I'm about to slaughter fools like cattle. As the priemer Juggalo in this town, and king shit, guys like Dillion and Taboo can't hold by jock. Not many can. Dirty fucking hobos included, or fat middle aged men with limp dicks.
Idiot: Who do you think you're fucking talking to?
Stretchnuts: Nobody worth my load, micro dick! Step the fuck back! I'm king of this carnival! King stretchnuts!
Stretchnuts dives off the milk crates onto the guy, attempting a hurricanrana, but the dude easily catches him and drops him down on his head then starts swinging. Stretchnuts scrambles for the loose change falling out of his pocket as he runs up the road holding his pants. He gets almost a football field away and starts screaming.
Stretchnuts: That's right bitch you run! Run from the champ!
He dashes behind the Sunoco into the night.
Stretchnuts: To all the juggalos and juggalettes...we about to get twisted!
He pulls a 2-liter of faygo moon list out of his Jnco Jean shorts, shakes that bitch up, and begins spraying. People walking into the carnival are getting pissed. Some fat middle aged guy in a wife beater turns bright red
Idiot: I'm liable to kick your ass you little fucking punk!
Stretchnuts: I'm underrated on the street and in the backyard, bitch! You're talking to the next city champion running your bitch ass mouth!
Idiot: What is your problem kid?! Do I need to get Office DeBools down here? People are here with there families!
Stretchnuts: Bitch, the fuck you think you're talking to? Maybe you just don't know. I won't hold ignorance against you. On Monday Night Mischief I'm about to slaughter fools like cattle. As the priemer Juggalo in this town, and king shit, guys like Dillion and Taboo can't hold by jock. Not many can. Dirty fucking hobos included, or fat middle aged men with limp dicks.
Idiot: Who do you think you're fucking talking to?
Stretchnuts: Nobody worth my load, micro dick! Step the fuck back! I'm king of this carnival! King stretchnuts!
Stretchnuts dives off the milk crates onto the guy, attempting a hurricanrana, but the dude easily catches him and drops him down on his head then starts swinging. Stretchnuts scrambles for the loose change falling out of his pocket as he runs up the road holding his pants. He gets almost a football field away and starts screaming.
Stretchnuts: That's right bitch you run! Run from the champ!
He dashes behind the Sunoco into the night.