by Dan Gibson
As someone who has spent a significant amount of time thinking about Insane Clown Posse (this is my tenth post on The Range about the band!), the idea of a Juggalo-only social network where the group's fans can be seen in their natural environment, interacting Juggalo-to-Juggalo is quite exciting. However, it almost makes too much sense that the site doesn't seem to be working at the moment (I'm still waiting on my confirmation email at the moment, for example). However, Vice magazine made it on the site somehow, and it's nearly everything anyone could dream of:
Check out some of the amazing ICP-inspired twists: you don’t “like” a post, you “Whoop Whoop!” it. Your “friends” are “homies,” and you identify yourself as a Juggalo, Juggalette, or Juggalo (Female). Gender equality is alive and well on JuggaloBook.
After about 10 minutes on the site I learned that it’s basically a horny teenager’s cough syrup-induced daymare. Everyone is looking to sext immediately, and they’re very liberal with providing personal cell numbers to strangers—within 20 minutes of registering, I received a homie request and a message from a homely Juggalette. She told me she had to “put her kids to bed, but feel free to text me.” She then gave me her actual cell phone number....
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to scrub off the layer of filth this experience has coated me with. Nothing about JuggaloBook was fun; it was simply a bunch of whacked-out Midwesterners collectively losing their shit. Me and my laptop need an immediate chemical peel.