This book was written for Juggalos by a Juggalo. I highly doubt anybody else would ever get the humor within these pages.

I was rather startled at the sudden despondency of her tone. Apparently the road that Mrs. Samway trod was not strewn with roses. Still, I said,it is a long road that has no turning. It is, she agreed, bitterly, but many have to travel such a road, to find the turning at last barred by the churchyard gate.

Mean while, he never failed to be present, when any regiment, or corps of men, were drawn out to be exercised and reviewed, and accompanied them in all their evolutions […].

With pleasure Argus the musician heeds.