An Open Letter To The Obese Man On The Bus Wearing An Insane Clown Posse Shirt

Dear Middle Aged Obese Man On the Bus Wearing An Insane Clown Posse Shirt,

Thank you for making my ride on the bus more interesting today. It wasn't bad enough that 4 annoying dudes in the back of the bus were singing along to Velvet Underground songs at the top of their lungs (thanks for ruining my favorite bands, douches) and the little girl in front of me kept picking her nose and rubbing the boogers on the window...then you had to come along and perplex me.

You are not a juggalo, you seem like a normal dude. You had no face paint, no weird pants with straps and too many pockets or anything. In fact, you looked pretty much like any run of the mill guy in his mid 40s on the bus...except for the ICP shirt. Did you get the shirt as a gift from an out of touch relative? Was it one of the few shirts from goodwill you could find in your size so you bought it despite the fact that you didn't know who "Insane Clown Posse" is? I am hoping it is one of those 2. Because I can't live with the possibility that you genuinely are into that band. It boggles my mind too much. I can't deal with that stress right now. Thanks, MAOMOTBWAICPS.

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