Juggalos 'N Juggalettes Mug
Well. The juggalo and the juggalettes are hard to describe in general, even as a juggalo it's hard for me. So i'm going to try. A juggalo is a male fan of the Insane Clown Posse A juggalette is the female fan of the Insane Clown Posse ICP for short. Juggalo's and juggalettes are fans of ICP that have been saved by The dark Carnival and have realised that being different isn't a bad thing, for it makes us just that. 'Different' from everyone, we are all crazy in our own ways and we are all hated for some reason or another. Us Lo's And Lette's Are loyal fans to ICP and any of the bands under the psychopathic record's logo. We love them as family as well as other Lo's and Lette's as family and we would die for eachother. Poeple always dis on the fam but we are strong and most true juggalo's and lette's ignore the threats and the insults. Most of the fans connect with ICP, Twiztid, Boondox, ABK, AMB, Blaze cause they grew up unwanted as many juggalo's and juggalette's did. Me included. We are outcasts. But the truth is we don't care, we don't give a fuck. We paint our faces and we talk the way we talk to be different. Though many people say yea, yea, they want to be non-conformists, most of us are. We are all crazy and mentally unstable. Me for example. I've been to about 8 different therapists. My parents trying to scrounge up money for it all. Luckily we have rich grandparents. Me myself, i've grown up with no moeny for myself and the thing is i don't have friends. 'Cept for the handful and the few. My point. Being mentally insane and crazy is a part of our personna. WE have haters. But we all yell whoop whoop to show who we follow. Poeple say we are in a cult. But we aren't. Or are we. You'll never reallt know. The dark carnival is our 'Heaven.' Me personally, i'm athiest, so i honestly don't care about the fact that the dark carnival was about god in the end. Anyways, haters. They call us fags, idiots, crack heads, ECT. And the truth is. We all have quirks, dumbasses. I myself and my buddy braindead used to be pot heads. Though we still hit it erryonce in a while. WHOOP WHOOP! There are posers who we call juggaho's, juffalo's, things of that sort. And they can be pointed out easily. If everything you own is handed to you, then your not a juggalo. I have to work for my clothes and my music. Though my rent's buy it, i work that shit off, i keep my shit real too. But the fake ass bitches that are handed everything by name and shit, Hell nawh they ain't jugglo's or lette's. WE call eachother family and we are, we juggalo's and lette's can walk through the streets of detroit and other bad gang infested hole's and yell our whoop whoop's and rep our colors and the psychopathic all over our bodies and have back up in the gangs and in the crowds of bystanders. We lo's and lette's feel the music and we relate to most of the song's in our own special ways, and we hate biggots and racists. If you claim to be a juggalo or lette and you are racist, kill yourself. WE also have our own juggalo system. OH SHIT! NOT ANOTHER SYSTEM! CALM THE FUCK DOWN, It's our thing so don't piss and run to yo momma. xD Juggalo Quirks; Words: Nugget - Head Neden - Pussy Corndog - Cock - Penis Cotton candy - Pussy Popsicles - Cock - Penis MCL - Much Clown Luv MMFWCL - Much Muths Fuckin Wicked Clown Luv Mutha Fackoo - Mutha Fucka - Mother Fucker WHUT!? - What? GREETINGS: 1 - Are you down with tha clown? 2 - Whuddup Ninja? 3 - Whuddup homie? Chants and Sayings: 1 - WHOOP WHOOP! 2 - WE Will never die alone, juggalo's will carry on, swing our hatchet's if we must, each and everyone one of us. Q 'n A: Q: Are U Down wit the clown? A: 'Till i'm dead in the ground
The Urban Dictionary Mug
Customer Reviews

This is the coolest Anspaugh mug that ever existed.
Great ordering experience..good quality
8.3 cm diameter? I hardly know her
The day this mug entered my life, my depression was cured, I won the lottery, my dad came back from the dead, and my mum started loving me, motto beg but if you rub the mug 3 times a genie WIll grant you 69 wishes (I wished for more mugs 69 times)
Gift for my niece. She loves it.
I don’t really want to by it but I do like that you can customize it Also I do find find funny nearly all the one star reviews are people say “I want the mug for free”
i tried to break this shit mug but died got reincarnated came back to life and this shitty mug was still there
How many ounces does it hold? I don’t know ask him. HIM!HIM! Fuck him! It’s catchy
Great experience with the Urban Dictionary and ordering my mug. Any concerns that were related to them were received promptly. Overall, it was a great experience
i love this mug its not a mistake ITS A MASTERPIECE
Describes my classmate in school, perfect
I love the cup and I’m certain I’ll be checking with you guys in the future..
*To those looking to purchase, others may criticize your sense of humor.* I love the thug shaker mug! It stands out as a quality desk ornament that all of my co workers are envious of. However, the other world leaders seem to find the thug shaker unfunny and immature for the work place. My wife says she will leave me if she sees it out one more time. I think I may have to give up the thug shaker persona once and for all. Stay strong thugs.
fuck you and your mugs give me a shirt or ill shit on you
Love love love it! Customer service gave me a coupon, let me know that I had to revise the definition when too long, and overall super helpful.

Nice Mug my second Mug. A little staining or photo graphic stain on the side of the cup and shown in the picture. As a result I cannot give a 5 Star Review.
The snarky message on the mug always gets big laughs from guests so I'm now using it as my go-to bourbon glass
Love the coffee mug. Would have been nice to see who had the word accepted into Urban Dictionary printed on the bottom of the mug. As I was the one. "Dusty Dawg" Other than that I love.
fuck ur mugs i want one for free
This mug, much like a cursed relic unearthed from the depths of despair, embodies a cacophony of design flaws and manufacturing mishaps that make one wonder if it was birthed from the darkest corners of incompetence itself. From its deceptively promising exterior, which boasts a color scheme akin to a bruised banana left out in the sun for too long, to its handle that feels more like a medieval torture device designed to punish the unsuspecting hand that dares to grasp it, every aspect of this mug screams "regret." Its material, a sinister amalgamation of recycled nightmares and shattered dreams, leeches a flavor reminiscent of stale coffee mixed with the tears of disappointed souls into whatever liquid unfortunate enough to be poured within its cursed confines. The rim, jagged and uneven like the edge of a poorly forged blade, guarantees that each sip is a perilous journey fraught with the risk of lip lacerations and existential dread. And let us not forget the bottom of this vessel, where the manufacturer's logo is stamped with all the subtlety of a scarlet letter, branding the user as a victim of their own poor purchasing decisions for all eternity. Indeed, this mug serves as a stark reminder that sometimes, in the vast expanse of consumer goods, there exists a dark abyss where quality and utility fear to tread, leaving only disappointment and regret in their wake.
