I got an insane posse, we ain't clowns though
I ain't a juggalo but I'm always fucking juggle hoes
And I always see my mommy in every woman I meet (why?)
Well I hate my fucking mother, motherfucker it's weak (fuck you)
The club was owned by a guy called Scourge. It reeked of dirty socks and dead bodies, but sweaty people still rubbed up against each other on the dance floor like it was a high school party.
The people certainly did not look like your average high schoolers: high schoolers in Fernwillow's school were average-looking, plain, and stupid mouth-breathers. People in this club looked like high end hookers, high end because they wore the designer clothing that they either obtained from shoplifting, or from peeling them off from the formerly rich cadavers whose bodies were now in the dumpsters.
Fernwillow just wanted to say "fuck you" to Scourge, the slimy bastard who owned the nightclub.
She took a few turns down the hallways near the bathrooms, which stank like fish. Disgusting.
Then she pulled open the door to Scourge's lounge room, found the little bitch, and bitch-slapped the idiot fucker with a used condom. "Fuck you, hoe."
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