Darwin's biggest Obstacle.

Confused individuals that are a product of the break down of the white middle class/lower class family, hero worship, and the emasculatory expectations of society. Usually characterized as indolent, witless, overly self-glorifying, and speak a lot of shit about anyone but are never concerned about backing it up because they won't. All these traits are an attempt for a cohesive group structure that accepts them and will tolerate their unfounded angst/effeminate banter or actions. A purely American occurance that is a scourge on par with Chavs and Wiggers.

A greasy, fat, teenager with a kool aid mustache and no friends who listens to songs about clowns in his step mother's double wide mobile home when he isn't hanging out at the mall food court.

For the most part, an uneducated, pathetic excuse for a human being who listens to the group ICP who are bold enough to actually consider themselves musicians. People you see wearing "hatchet-man" accesories. They should not be allowed to reproduce, because that is too cruel to future generations. ICP isn't rap, it isn't metal, it isn't rap/metal, and it isn't horrorpop. There is only one way to properly categorize ICP; unnecessarily and unartfully offensive and obnoxious noise.

The term derived from the Insance Clown Posse in the late 80's at the start of their career. It was mainly meant to define people who were to different ,like them, to be accepted in other social groups and they can socialize and relate to one another but with no offense to anyone else. A juggalo is not a fan or groupie of the Insane Clown Posse, that would just be a fan. It's more of a state of mind and a real juggalo never stereotypes him/herself just like the punks did in the 70's, but just like the punks, juggalos were misunderstood, manipulated and exploited in being something that they're not. A juggalo has nothing to do with ICP's music, style, or often times offensive lyrics. The deeper meaning of juggalo falls into category with originality. ICP calls themselves juggalos, they can't possibly be a fan of their own music especially when the term was made up before they were big.

A group of horribly misguided whiggers who worship Psychopathic records and the originators of this putrid label- The Insane Clown Posse (also known as the "Insane Clown Pussies" or simply as "the fags"). Members often claim to be misunderstood and through this misunderstanding find reconciliation and commonality in the "Dark carnival." This carnival is a theme often used on Insane Clown Posse's records. In truth however, the main attraction for Juggalos is the disasterously awful and depraved music itself, which consists mainly of songs featuring such uplifting and profound subjects as: decapitation, stabbing, beating and of course killing. Traditions within this sect include: the dawning of evil clown makeup, spraying bottles of soda pop called "Faygo," on other members, styling their hair in a manner best suited for circus chimps, attacking smaller or unarmed people with hatchets and knives, eating human fecal matter, shouting whoop whoop as a bozo rallying cry. Directionless, often drug addicted, many Juggalos experience a shift in priority as they reach an older age. This is most often triggered by a realization that they have spent a great deal of time and effort supporting the lowest dreggs of society and in doing so becoming not renegades, but in fact the systems version of a virtual jail house sissy.

An overlydependent fuckhead that worships a band that tells them to fuck farm animals.