MASKED NINJA REPORT 2/22/00 & 2/23/00 - LAS VEGAS, NEVADA - 2/24/00 NOWHERE, USA

No shows for these couple days, just 2 days off in the city of many, many sins. Nobody actually went to sleep after the show in Bakersfield, cause everyone was to hype about hitting the casinos to lose their money. We arrived in Vegas at about 5 in the morning and everybody immediately filed out of the bus and into the Hard Rock Casino. For the hour or so that we were there, mother fuckers lost silly amounts of money. Not me though, I was to shook to gamble cause I knew I would’ve lost my ass, so I just watched those fools lose all their shit. After everyone was done getting their asses whipped we hit the hotel to go to bed, I mean we still had 2 full days to get our pockets ran.

It was about 5:00 pm when I got up and the bus and telly rooms were all empty except Shaggy’s bunk, where he was still sleeping. He woke up at about 6 and everyone was just getting back from the mall and shopping and shit. Twiztid had their plans carved out in stone, their typical hype night of sitting in the back room of the bus smoking weed all fuckin’ night. Me, Billy Bill, Shaggy, Stephan, J, and some bitch he was chilling with were all going to the MGM to see a Shaolin Monk demonstration thing they had going on there. Everyone else was going out casino hopping. When we got back to the telly, J dumped his bitch, we scooped Patrick up, then headed out to the strip to lose some more money.

We went to Caesar's Palace but it was too wack and full of rich looking faggots, so we hit this casino called Paris or some shit. Everybody proceeded to lose crazy money except J, I think he was up about a grand but then quickly lost almost all of it back. After our wallets had been raped enough from there we headed back to the Hard Rock where virtually everyone went broke. The next day pretty much everyone woke up around 6 but Rude Boy and J. They came in the bus all geeked cause J had won all his money back and then some at casino war. Fuckin’ casino war, the same card game you played when you were a kid, incredible. The same crew along with Squeeky Mike and Jeremy headed our for the Luxor Casino. That’s the one that looks like a glass pyramid with a light shooting out the top.

This time we all had super amounts of karma though, because of J’s winning earlier. We got there and the place had a pretty good feel about it, so everyone spread out and hit the tables. Not a half hour later everybody was ready to leave, due to losing. We all agreed that Circus Circus was the next target for our pipe dream paper chase. We got there and we were all getting fucked up except for Shaggy. He was on the war table fuckin’ shit up. He ended winning about 2 grand. Everyone was assed out so we ended up talking Shaggy in to throwing his money down on one bet to try to double it. We went back to the war table ready to get paid. Shaggs threw a thousand down and boom, he lost that shit.

He threw another thousand down and boom, He lost that shit even quicker than first thousand. We all got mad hype cause we were all losers and mobbed out. I looked at my watch and realized it was only 11:00 pm, so the next plan was to go to the titty bar. We went back to the telly first to shit and all change into some silk style shirts. By this time our crew was down to me, J, Dougie Doug, Shaggs, Rude Boy, and Patrick. We went to this place in the old downtown gambling strip called the Glitter Gulch. We didn’t last to long in there cause everyone was trippin’ out too hard and all the bitches ended up hating us, so we went down the street to the Golden Nugget to hit up the nickel slots old lady crack head style.

Let me tell you something, that shit got played out quicker than anything ever, I felt like a straight buster. The nickels were all gone so we went back to the Hard Rock to get some food. After we ate J and Shaggy’s stupid asses hit the floor again with a couple hundred dollars each talking about they were going to win their money back. Those idiots ain’t got no damn sense. Shaggy was out with the quickness but J actually worked his shit up to like a grand, then put it all on one bet and lost it fast as hell. We were all pretty wore out from 12 hours of straight gambling so it was time to hit the ho ho and see some sleep. This morning while I was still sleeping, I felt the bus stop. All of a sudden I felt something poking me in the back and someone yelling, GET OUT OF YOUR BUNK, NOW.

I was mad as hell when suddenly I was yanked out of my bunk. I couldn’t believe my eyes, it was Black Bart and Santos. They then instructed us to all put our shoes on and get out of the bus. Once we got out they took off in our fuckin’ bus. Man, what a bitch. We were on the freeway in the middle of a fuckin’ desert. The bus stopped about a quarter mile up so we ran up to it. Right when we got back on J and the Rude Boy were just rolling out of their bunks claiming that they must have slept through the whole thing. If you ask me I think the whole shit was kind of fishy. That was about the most exciting thing that happened all day cause the rest of it just consisted of driving.

There’s only one way to describe a fun filled day of driving, man that’s some bull shit. That’s some, BULL-SHIT! When we finally got there it was like 8 o’clock. Where we got to I couldn’t tell you, just some little ass town somewhere. There wasn’t shit to do so we went to go see Next Friday. It was a couple funny parts in it, but all in all it was pretty wack, especially cause Chris Tucker wasn’t in it. Other than that we just sat in the bus cause there just wasn’t a damn thing to do. But tomorrow should be better, we’re headed for Roseville, CA. for a show. That’s all for now my fellow Juggalos. Peace and I’m out like our money in Las Vegas.

MASKED NINJA REPORT 2/28/00 - ALBUQUERQUE, NEW MEXICO

Well, well, well. It would appear that I have been misinformed, there wasn’t a show today at all. It was scheduled for tomorrow but, many apologize to the Juggalos in Lubbock cause for reasons that I don’t know the show has once again been canceled. I got woken by the bus rocking crazy hard, then mad ninjas coming in talking about there were all kinds of tornadoes every where. Me and Jamie Madrox were the only ones left in our bunks, but not for long. After all the threats were over the day started to get extremely boring, especially after J and the Rude Boy went to the studio to record a mama love song. Shortly after they bounced me, Shaggy, Billy Bill, and Dougie Doug went up there to see how their shit was coming along.

That place was a mega bootleg dump but beside the ghetto atmosphere they were freaking the shit out of that track. The song turned out to be the shit, then we headed back to the telly. A good hunk of day went by and me, J, Shaggy, Rude Boy, and Dougie decided to go and try to catch a movie. By the time we got to the theater, it was closed. I think it was around eleven. We left and just started rolling looking for something to do, oh yeah, I forgot to mention that we had a rented mini van, but shit was looking like it was pretty dead. We stopped at a gas station to ask were a titty bar was and it turned out we were right by one, so we proceeded without hesitation to it.

It turned out like everything else in the last while, stale. After a pit stop by good old Waffle House we directed the car back towards the holy ho ho. We got back and there wasn’t a damn thing happening. J and Rude Boy went inside to dump their asses and the rest of us were marinating in the parking lot throwing a football and a Frisbee around. The bitch ass, hotel security faggot rolled up on us and told us they were getting super complaints from cry babies staying at the hotel and basically told us if we didn’t stop they’d kick us out. Nobody really gave a fuck though cause we were ready to bounce anyhow, so we just kept tossing the old pigskin around, and of coarse here comes the master of holding the hotel parking lot down, but this time talking shit.

We came very close to beating the fuck out him but he punked out and called the police so we ended up bouncing with the quickness. A few miles down the freeway we spotted one of them Indian reservation casinos. Shaggy and J started jumping around like a couple of baby retards so we pulled over so they could go inside and lose their money. An hour went by and sure as shit they came out a couple of losers. After their loss and 30 more miles they spotted another casino, but luckily for them the place closed at 4:00. Now we’re headed for Denver and ain’t shit happening but driving, so I’m 5,000 in my bunk. Peace and I’m out like Mr. X at the end of Ninjas In Action(NIA).

MASKED NINJA REPORT 3/5/00 - LINCOLN, NEBRASKA - SIOUX CITY, IOWA 3/6/00

What a stale day off for one of our last days off on this tour. Lincoln on a Sunday didn’t prove to have much to offer for us in the line of entertainment of any flavor for that matter. We all got up and went to this mall that was so wack it sucked a thick dick bar ninja’s chaffy ass meat. The only one that thought it was straight was Shaggy cause they had a KB toys that had all of these older wrestling figures that he was looking for. After we had left the butthole, I mean mall, we were on the hunt for a steak place. The only one we could find was this place called the Bum Steer, and let me tell you, did that place ever live up to it’s name. They should’ve called that place the Steer’s Bum cause their food tasted like ass. After our "5 star" delicious meal we headed back to the telly.

When everybody was finished depositing their dinner into the toilet, by way of ass or mouth, me, ICP, and the Rude Boy took off for a studio session we had booked for the clowns for some new ICP shit. It took us a while to find the place off of some fucked up directions we had and on top of that it was in some guys house in the middle of a strange neighborhood. The guy had an alright studio but did he ever suck. We were there for way to much longer that we should have been cause the guys skills at working his own shit were shitty as hell. The only fresh thing about that studio or that ninja was that for some strange reason he kept saying, "Now we’re cookin’ with charcoal.". What a fuckin’ ninja.

We got back to the ho ho at around 3:00 in the morning and prepared to leave for Sioux City. Shaggy and Twiztid were in the back lounge working on some beats on this drum machine thing Shaggy got, Rude Boy, J, and Dougie Doug were up in the front lounge watching that Mark Wahlberg movie "Fear", and me, I was in my bunk just minutes away from shutting this computer off until today’s report. Fuck, yesterday was stale but at least I was able to go to sleep, everyone else had to stay up until 8 so they could do a call in interview on JCW for that Denver ninja Willie B for his new morning show. Today started out pretty stale too, but at least there’s a show tonight so that makes the day better no matter what.

For some reason we were booked at this big ass convention center hall which doesn’t make any sense, seeing how this is supposed to be a small venue tour, but nobody really cared cause there’s only one mission anyhow, rocking Juggalos. After we were all up and at ‘em, we headed for a restaurant. This is a weird city, as soon as you get out of the down town area it just suddenly turn into to country. That made it a super pain in the ass trying to find a place to eat because nobody wanted to eat by the hotel and snack shops were few and slim out side of downtown in the country. We did eventually find a little family diner, ate, then dipped back to the telly to get ready for the show.

The hall was fuckin’ packed. I’m not sure how many Juggalos were in there but I it was a lot. Twiztid went on and were turning it out, when J and Shaggy started tripping. First in the middle of Twiztid’s set, Shaggy came out in a space helmet doing the robot. Then J jumped up on stage and had the Rude Boy chasing him around. Then Shaggy came back out with his shorts around his ankle and Rude Boy chasing him around. Then finally Shaggy came out again in just his drawers and an afro wig drinking a 2 liter of Faygo. Anyhow, Twiztid ripped the shit out of that stage. ICP went on next and I guess Twiztid decided to get them back cause they came out about half way through ICP’s set with mops and acted like they were mopping up the stage. All in all a very entertaining show!

Back at the hotel I was informed that Twiztid was flying home for the remainder of the Wicked Clowns From Outer Space tour for what I was told, some personal drama that they were having there at home. That sucks, but at least there’s only 5 shows left so it ain’t that bad. Our bus is now down to only 4 ninjas, me, J, Rude Boy, and Shaggy, and One ninja, namely me, is about to go the fuck to bed. Until tomorrow, where I think we’re gonna be in Kansas City, peace and I’m out like Pras from the Fugees solo career.

MASKED NINJA REPORT 3/8/00-LAWRENCE, KANSAS - 2ND DAY

Well, I’ll start today’s report by saying that today didn’t let me down on being fucking crazy. We all got up at about noon for a once again failed attempt at doing the JCW commentary. It turned out that this time the engineer guy just straight up left the guys hanging, so instead we, with Billy Bill, went to Steak N Shake to eat. After we dropped Billy back of at the hotel we just went out aimlessly driving. We ended up on some river bank with some cliff. All of a sudden Shaggy and J came up with idea to drive the van off of the cliff into the river. Shaggy then proceeded to get the van in position while J found a rock big enough to hold the gas peddle down to the floor.

It took me and the Rude Boy about a half hour to talk them out of it. We explained to them that 1. it would be crazy stale to walk back, and 2. if they were in jail they wouldn’t be able to do the show tonight, not to mention jail fuckin’ sucks dick. After they came to their senses they came up with another idea, go and spend stupid amounts of money. We went and picked Billy Bill back up and head to Kansas City, which is only like a 30 mile away from Lawrence. When we arrived in Kansas City we stopped at one of those new school high technology stores where they bought like 7 of these water proof CD player slash radios for only god knows the fuck why.

We left there and went around the corner to a Jewelry shop where J bought 4 Movado watches and Shaggy bought a Rolex and this gold lion ring with a couple of rubies and diamonds in it. I think these irrational wild acts are caused by road fatigue. Shaggy also had this dumb idea to go to the bar and to just get silly drunk. Usually J’s the only one with panic attacks but I think that Shaggy’s on the brink now too. We got back to Lawrence and dropped the clowns of at the telly so they could start getting ready, then took Billy back to the venue to drop him off again, and then finally went back to the hotel to pick ICP up to take them back to the venue to do the show.

When we arrived back at the venue with the fellas and they didn’t look to good so none of us really new what to expect. They ended up cutting the show a little short cause J almost had another panic attack on stage again, but none the less they ended up turning the show out anyhow in my opinion. I’m just happy that we have tomorrow off so maybe the can hopefully regain just a shred of their sanity. Now we’re just sitting at the hotel waiting on Billy Bill to get back cause he’s riding with us to whatever city we’re spending our day off in tomorrow, but not me, I’m going to bed and letting everyone flip out on their own. I’ll let you know if everybody makes it through the night and what wild antics happen tomorrow my fellow Juggalos. Peace and I’m out like ICP’s fucking minds.

MASKED NINJA REPORT 3/11/00 - MILWAUKEE, WISCONSIN

I gotta say, today was a good day. We all woke up and hit the mall with Billy Bill. That it’s self ain’t too fresh, but what fresh was somehow I ended up getting a $500 bracelet out of the deal. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but for some reason ICP went on another jewelry rampage and this time they were just buying everybody shit, which turned out to be the benefit for me. Billy and J bought these super big ass diamond rings and Shaggy bought another Rolex.

After the multi-grand shopping spree we dropped Billy off at the venue and to get some eats. All snacks were demolished proper style then it was telly time. The fellas were hype on tonight’s show cause a lot of psychopathic homies were coming in for the show and after party. Everybody got ready then we headed out for the Rave. Soon after we arrived Twiztid was to go on. They were tearing shit up when all of a sudden Shaggy jumped on the stage with a fire extinguisher and sprayed the shit out of the crowd then turned it on Twiztid and sprayed them. Both Jamie Madrox and Monoxide, not to mention Jason and Michael Meyers started puking all over the place.

They still managed to finish their set with flying colors. ICP followed and near the end of their show they brought all the Psychopathic ninjas and Twiztid out on stage. It was definitely the shit, especially for us. The show was over and it was shower then after party time. I don’t understand it but somehow the after party was a huge flop. I don’t understand how or why but it just fucking flopped. Me, Rude Boy, Twiztid, and ICP just headed back to the hoho with our karma mad drained. Shaggy and Rude Boy just got back from their hour trip to Wal-Mart with three movies, all of which that don’t fuckin’ work. This is enough bullshit for one night. Peace and I’m out like Bart Gunn against Butterbean at the Brawl for All.

5/26/00 Virginia Beach, Va (X-Fest)

Well Juggalos, I am back in action and have hella news for that ass. On Wednesday, we had the day off, so we stopped off in Wheeling, WV so Shaggy and Dougie could get tattooed at a good tattoo shop. Hot Rod Tattoo was equipped for the job, and the ink got slinged. Shaggy and Dougie both got hooked up, and headed back to the hotel, where we had planned on going to the bar for the evening. Those plans got axed however, due to the hound dog ass owner telling everyone in the town, we got hound dogged the fuck out of town. We had faggots coming to the bus bangin on the door, so we jetted out with a quickness.

Then we were headed to Virginia Beach, so once we got out of town we stopped at a truck stop, got some grub and jetted once again. It was about an 8 hour drive so everyone hung out on the bus for awhile, then everyone wandered off to their bunks and tried to go to sleep. I emphasize tried, because our bunks SUCK. They are harder than a virgins dick in a titty bar. I hope that gets the point across, because they are fuckin super hard and no one has got a good nights sleep. Shaggy 2 Dope was talkin in his sleep to the point where Violent J thought he was awake and handling some drama on the phone. As you can clearly see, it was a night of half-hearted sleep and future back aches.

Today we awoke in sunny Virginia Beach and headed into the telly for showers and food, but we got the bone on the food and had to wait til 5 o'clock for the hotel restaurant to open. At that point Shaggy and Dougie headed to the mall for some clothes and shit, while Violent J stayed at the hotel with Fuckface and while they waited for the restaurant to open, they tried to fly the kite that J had bought the day before in Wheeling. The problem with this is that you had to assemble the kite, and while J was trying to put it together he broke every pole that came with it. From there J had to tape them all up with duct tape and hope that it would still fly.

To his luck the kite flew fine and he got it up to 500 feet in the air and ran out of string, so Fuckface quickly tied the other roll of 500 feet or string to it and they let it fly higher and higher. They then noticed that it was 5 o'clock so they tied the kite to a tree and went to eat. Both of them enjoyed some burnt steaks and went back to their kite, but to their surprise the kite was gone. Both J and Fuckface were devastated as to what happened to the kite, but what could they do but charge it to the game? With the kite fun gone J and Fuckface waited on the bus for Dougie and Shaggy to return, then headed to the venue for the show.

Tonight was the kick off of the third leg of the Wicked Clowns from Outer Space. This show was a Radio festival. ICP hates radio festivals, but they promised their booking agent Mike Wood, that they'd do this one long ago. Let me tell you all first hand, we rocked the fuck out of this motherfucker. There were thousands of Juggalos in attendance, (8,000 to be exact) and those who were not juggalos will be from this day on. The bill was Bloodhound Gang, Cypress Hill and ICP, and a few other scrub bands. We did this radio festival our way, and could give no fucks if we get invited back next year or ever. Fuck radio festivals. ICP was trippin out on stage. They were telling the entire crowd to run threw the security guards and get on the main floor. The venue was pissed as hell.

They turned the house lights on, to sort of warn ICP to calm down, but they were having none of it. ICP was insane tonight. They were telling the juggalos to beat the security's ass, and the juggalos were doin' just that. Juggalos fought their way past the bitch ass security and made their way to the stage none the less. We clearly schooled the fuck out of everyone in attendance. I don't know if there we're anyone but juggalos in the fuckin' place. Other bands played, but no one seemed to give a fuck less, all we could hear was the chant "ICP! ICP! ICP!" over and over every time the music stopped. They even did the chant over Cypress Hill's intro! When it was finally time for ICP to hit the stage, the whole crowd went nuts. Juggalos started bouncing as Chicken Huntin' blasted out the speakers.

The show went great and everything went the way it should have. You would have never guessed it was a Radio Festival because ICP did it there way. Like I said before ICP encouraged the entire crowd of juggalos to rush the pit area, and fuck them security guards. Mad ninjas were leaping across the barricades, muthafuckas were gettin tackled and beat. It was mad crazy, and the security was so pissed, but no one at Psychopathic gave a fuck about some bitch ass radio show or their crew. After turning that bitch inside out ICP and the rest of the Psychopathic crew are on their way back to Detroit for the next week before we head out to Cleveland to continue the last leg of the Outer Space tour. Until the Wicked Clowns from Outer Space, I'm the Masked Ninja and you're done reading this report. Peace ninjas!

Masked Ninja Report 6-2-00 (Cleveland, Ohio) Day 2

What's up juggalos, I am back with some more news for that crazy ass of yours. Today we have our second show in Cleveland, so we had some time to kill before the show. After everyone got cleaned up and ready, we headed out for food. We ended up at a restaurant called "Dick's" down by the river. Everyone thought this place was the shit, because they treat you like the name says, dicks. The waiter ninja was super fresh. He threw our silverware at us and was rude as hell, and everyone thought it was funny as hell. The only bone there was that the menu was small as shit, and they didn't have much to choose from, but none the less we all got our eat on.

After that we all bounced back to the hotel, so Violent J could do a phone interview with a newspaper in Sioux Falls, SD. We play there later on this tour, so they wanted to do an interview. If any of you juggalos are headed to that show or live in SD, be on the lookout for that paper. When I find out the name of it I will put it in a report. After that was wrapped up, we dipped to the venue to get ready for the show. Tonight's show was sold out at around 1000 juggalos, so we knew it was gonna be a lil' more hyped than last nights show, and we were right. Esham seemed to have a lil' more crowd response, but still the juggalos aren't lovin or hatin what he's doin. He is just doin I guess.

Once he was done The Step Kings did their thing once again, to a sea of middle fingers. One of the guys was telling me people were throwin quarters and other coins, but the funny thing people were chuckin at 'em was french fries? I have no clue, no band sucks bad enough for me to throw good food at, but I found it rather amusing. With them off the stage the crowd grew anxious and the crowd awaited Twiztid impatiently. Once the house lights went off the Odeon erupted into all 1000+ singing every word to every song Twiztid threw at 'em. It was the shit. Juggalos were going crazy as always, but Cleveland is always the shit so we all loved it.

One special treat this crowd of juggalos got was a new project we are gonna hook up which is the Violent J and Shaggy cam. While Twiztid was onstage, J came out onstage with a camcorder, and recorded 1 min of footage of Twiztid and the juggalos. Now the deal with this is that we are going to get these videos up on RealJuggalos.com and here at InsaneClownPosse.com. Not every video will be of a show. Some will be goofy super crazy shit that you will only see if you check this shit out on either of those 2 websites. There was one super fresh ninja at the show who couldn't have been 10 years old and that lil ninja freaked his shit in the front throughout the whole Twiztid set.

Michael Myers/ Dougie tried to hook the lil' ninja up with his pitchfork, but the security made us put it in the back and we didn't get it to the kid, so lil' ninja if your reading this, you are the shit and that is from all of us. After Twiztid was done the security threw tonight's dead bodies on top of last nights pile and got ready for the Faygo. Did I mention that last nights show was our first show with the new Faygo labels? A lil' factoid for that juggalo dome of yours. Now ICP was pumped as fuck because the canned food drive was off the hook. We had over 5 garbage cans full of canned goods for the 2 days, and we gave away around 200 CD's I would guess.

They were also hyped because HaRdCoRe MiKe hooked up a television interview for them to talk about the food drive. The TV guy came back and interviewed J and it was hilarious. J told him that no matter what, ICP would never be looked upon in a good way, that the food drive is just for them and the juggalos to do something good. It don't matter if anyone knows about it, as long as we know were doin something good, who gives a fuck what others think. After the interview was over, ICP took the stage and completely demolished the 1000+ minus the juggalos that died during Twiztid. I don't think that one person lived through tonight's show.

I think they died and were being moved by a force stronger than life. Not only did ICP freak that bitch, but Twiztid joined them onstage tonight as well as last night, and also appearing for the first time anywhere was Blaze Ya Dead Homie. Blaze came out both nights and did some Faygo tossin and some word spittin and the juggalos were lovin it. Tonight we even called out Esham and The Step Kings to close the show with us and give the crowd a Faygo bath.

By the time the music ended there were so many ninjas onstage that I couldn't see my coworkers on the stage with me. After we finally got all the juggalos off the stage and out the door we bounced. Tomorrow we have the day off so we are on our way back to Detroit. We stopped off at a Steak n' Shake to get right, then jumped back in the bus and are home sweet home. Well we were, the bus just broke down so I have to go now. Peace and I'm out like the buses water hose.

from the last couple of reports, here is a single from the band TheStepKings (who opened for ICP/Twiztid) called "Vibe":

The Masked Ninja Report 6-5-00 (Butthole, IL)

Welcome once again my juggalo friends, to the Masked Ninja Report. By the time you read this, I hope you have had a chance to download and watch our new project "The Shaggy Show." If you have not seen this, you are missing out and you need to go to http://www.insaneclownposse.com or http://www.realjuggalos.com to see this devastating video. Now, this new feature is going to be shot daily, so check back everyday to see more exciting action from the road. This gives you a lil visual insight as to what ICP and the Psychopathic crew do in a days time. "The Shaggy Show" is definitely the atom bomb, and must not be missed.

In other news we had today off, and we did several things, last night on the drive to Butthole, IL we stopped off at a casino, where everyone lost money (except me), then we got on the bus and when we woke up we were here in beautiful Butthole, IL. As I said we had today off, so first off we went to eat, and of course we had Violent J's favorite, STEAK! Once we all ate, we went to show Butthole, IL that we love the town, so we took all these heart balloons that J and Shaggy had bought in Chicago and let them fly high into the skies of Butthole, IL. After the display of love, we went to the mall. Shaggy had to get some shit from GNC, and J bought a few hats.

Once we wrapped up there we went back to the bus to decide what we were doing for the evening. Back at the bus, we found a titty bar, so we called and got directions then bounced. When we arrived to the titty bar in Butthole, we all thought it looked fresh as hell, but were we ever wrong. Inside that place was the stalest titty bar I have ever seen in my life. There was only a few decent girls and the rest were whack as hell. So after about 5 minutes of that bone we bounced right the fuck on back to the bus, where we met a very, very strange and gay individual who calls himself Moon Glorious.

Moon Glorious was on the bus chillin, we were just about to beat his faggot ass when he started doing all kinds of crazy ass magic tricks with a deck of cards.We even got him on video for "The Shaggy Show", so check that out. He was cool for that, but when he tried to make his dick disappear in our asses, he had to go. He said he would be back for some more T.V. time, whatever that means, so check out "The Shaggy Show" who knows he may come back? Once we got Moon's faggot ass off the bus, everyone started disappearing into their bunks, so for tonight I'm out like the 6 JCW wrestlers were in Milwaukee last month.