Showing posts with label SKRAAAAAAAAAAAAANK. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SKRAAAAAAAAAAAAANK. Show all posts

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Bibble Study Pat Three: Loaves and Fishees


One of my favorite of the Bibble stories is the story of Violent J and the loaves and fishees.  At the Gathering of the Juggalos, the Mormon Juggalos were sad because they only had loaves and fishees while all the other hot Juggalos and Juggalettes had beer and meth.  Well, Violent J (J for Jaysus) saw the sorrow of the Mormon Juggalos and Juggelettes and spake thus unto them; "Be not sad my beautiful Juggalos and Juggalettes, I am Vilent J the light and way to our Lord Godz yo!  If thou layest down thy loaves and thy fishees I will work miracles unto them if only it is that you believe." 
Angry Boner, a Mormon Juggalo spake thus in return; "Violent J, I hear your words unto us and yet I call bullshit.  Even the amazing poer of the Lord God as it moves through you and all the Insane Clown Posse be not enough to transmute the base lame shit into hot drugz and booze." 
It came to pass that Vilent J then delivered the message of the Lord's wrath unto Angry Boner by beating his ass unto the ground. 
"Be there any more unbelievers among you?" Asketh J.  The other Mormon Juggalos shook their heads and with a wave of his wand Violent J worked magic unto the loaves and the fishees and brought in their place delicious Papst Blue Ribbon Beer and Skrank in their stead.
It was a time for rejoicing!
The moral of this Bibble story is that it would be most sad to be at the Gathering of the Juggalos without booze and skrank.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Rising fuel costs

In these times of economic crississt it can be difficult to get by. This is why we all need a ture friend we can count on. SkranK.

Shoot it up, snort it, smoke it. SkranK is awlays beeing there for your's Eddii! When the thoughts turn to snuffing out t3h candles of lifes the smell of freshly ground Skrank is the only thing bringing your's turly back to solid ground!

Saturday, April 25, 2009

We Be Skrankin' >pert 2<

Whan there's no shoulder to cry on, and no eyes to cry out from we turn to skrank. Skrank is there for me when a cold dried up world smells like socks. Fuck you world and friends who are not!

Friday, April 24, 2009

We Be Skrankin' Pat 1



Wanted to watch movies tonight but nobody's likes me so I'm galling bakc into the arms of my ladhy love: SKRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANK!!