You Can Make It Up: Paula Abdul Attends The Gathering Of The Juggalos
Gabe loves fan fiction. You Can Make It Up features his own personal alternate adventures starring some of our favorite characters.
Finding herself with an increased amount of spare time to fill, and having run out of walls to blankly stare at, Paul Abdul figured she should get out of the house. It had been a long summer, what with starring in that Austrian documentary about fashion, and then the whole American Idol thing, or as she liked to say to her assistants and family, American Who-dol, like, as if she didn't know what American Idol was, even though she did know what it was, because she had been on it. It was a TV show. Every time Paula Abdul said American Who-dol to someone, she would laugh for an uncomfortably long time and then she would burst into tears. But people were glad to see her laughing. The tears, at this point, were commonplace. Paula Abdul asked her publicist if she could borrow her cell phone, because Paula's was out of minutes, and she called up her best friend, sack of russet potatoes.
"Hello, best friend, it's me Paula! Hi! I love you!" Paula shouted manically into the phone.
The sack of russet potatoes said nothing.
Eventually the two of them agreed that they should go on an adventure. "I want to go somewhere fun. Just be out in nature, HAHHAHAHA. Let's kiss." Paula Abdul, whose name people often almost typed as Paula Poundstone every single time, much to their bemused frustration, told the sack of russet potatoes that she wanted to go somewhere where there would be men on stilts, and hay rides, and helicopter rides, and a human cannonball that shot himself out of a cannon three times a day for four days. "But where could we even find such a magical place? My vagina is bored. Ooh, lipgloss!" Paula Abdul found a tube of coconut lipgloss and she smeared it all over her face.
Somehow, Paula Abdul found out about the Gathering of the Juggalos. She found out just enough about it to think that it was what she wanted, but not enough to realize that it was not what she wanted at all. "What's a Juggalo," Paula might have wondered, if she ever bothered to wonder about anything. But she didn't. So. "I'll send someone to your house to pick you up," Paula Abdul told the sack of russet potatoes, and she hung up the phone and asked one of her assistants to go pick him up. The assistants looked at each other, and there was a brief debate in hushed tones over whose turn it was to pick up Paul's best friend. Finally, one of them got into her car and went to the grocery store and "picked up" the bag of russet potatoes. $5.99
She took the bag of russet potatoes upstairs to her bedroom to cuddle. "Night night!" she said to everyone. "Night night night." It was 4:30 in the afternoon.
The next day they went to the Gathering of the Juggalos. The air smelled of barbecue, and meth, and rape. "Yummy!" Paula said. She took off her shoes because she wanted to be free. She walked on a soft bed of cigarette butts, discarded beer cans, and used condoms, all covered in a sticky layer of drying red Faygo.
"Hahaha, CLOWNS!" Paula said as she walked inside. "Circus! Hahahah." Paula Abdul walked up to a 26-year-old Home Depot employee and amateur pornographer with dreadlocks and face paint who was carving at his overlong fingernails with a knife. "Hello," Paula Abdul said.
"What up, Ninja," the man said. Something something "neden hole." Then he punched her in the face. Paula Abdul's newsboy cap was knocked into some mud. It was horrible. The sack of russet potatoes didn't even try to defend her. Later, another man peed on her. And during the Odball Wrestling, someone threw her into the ring. She landed on a strand of barbed wire, and a florescent lightbulb was smashed over her head. Paula Abdul crawled towards the ropes, but she was dragged by her ankles back into the ring, and a folding chair was dented on her skull. She forgot to bring a tent, and spent the whole weekend sleeping in piles of fetid Juggalo garbage. She lost the wet t-shirt contest, and on the third day someone stole her purse so she couldn't even pay the extra money for a helicopter ride. At Violent J's Beach Boy Barbecue Blow Out Bash Blast she got food poisoning and she shit her pants. Also she got pregnant.
But the funny thing was that she, like everyone else at The Gathering, was on so many drugs that she hardly noticed any of this. As far as she was concerned, the weekend was a total success.
"That was nice," she told the sack of russet potatoes when they got home. "I love you. My name is Paula Abdul, you are so talented."
Posted by Gabe at 5:30 PM in You Can Make It Up
Tags: Paula Abdul | The Gathering Of The Juggalos
This just seems really sad now, in a post-John Hughes world.
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dat to much to read my head hurts tring to!
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Touche.
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Hey cake you better be prepared. I think Kenny is arming the masses and mounting the horses in preparation for his assault on your castle. This is obviously a metaphor for him sitting at a computer looking for pictures to alter so he can ridicule you and hurt your feelings.
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KP only uses found images, I think. That will extend the search for a good deal of time.
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It warmed the cockles of my heart to see that sack of russet potatoes has stuck with Paula. He's not a neden hole like everybody else. In these tough times, it's good to know Paula still has a friend she can count on.
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yeah, sack of russet potatoes is a really great guy.
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Don't be so sure. I heard sack of russet potatoes went on the scavenger hunt without Paula (she was busy getting robbed, while unconscious, on the tilt-a-whirl carnival ride).
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You wouldnt say that if sack of russet potatoes had impregnated your step sister... AND SHE'S 15!!!1!
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The Juggalos have gone viral! In that they all have herpes zoster. Oh, and they seem to be popular on Internet sites too.
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For some reason this is actually really depressing. Is that because I can actually imagine Paula Abdul doing these things?
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I am having a party this weekend and I am going to play "Straight Up." It is already on my "Party 2009" iPod playlist. I am totally not kidding.
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When Paula Abdul sang "Straight up, now tell me, do you really wanna love me forever?" she was singing about her sack of russet potatoes. Luckily he said yes!
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Or was he just havin' fun?
Or was he....
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Are you kidding? Sack of Russet Potatoes is a cold hearted snake! Look into his eyes. Oh oh He's been telling lies!
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Completely outlandish and unbelievable. Paula Abdul is way too old to get pregnant
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Today while I was spending some time at our local landfill, I saw the most amazing piece of construction equipment ever. It was this mammoth bulldozer with giant metal wheels that got me to thinking. Besides using this thing as transportation WHEN the zombie apocalypse occurs, I would love to drive this thing through a gathering of juggalos. I'm sure they would get out of the way before I actually murdered them with my bulldozer, but I'm also positive that within a year, Insane Clown Posse would have a song titled "FUCK THE BITCHASS MAMMOTH BULLDOZER".
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Every time I see the word "Juggalo" I have to stifle a laugh. It just SOUNDS funny. Say it out loud, "Juggalo." I can't think of a word that's so naturally, sonically/phonetically/whatever hilarious.
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In other news, Sugar Slam is the new judge on American Idol. Balance is restored.
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Paula Abdul, whose name people often almost typed as Paula Poundstone every single time, much to their bemused frustration...
....Paula Abdul on "Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me". You're welcome, world.
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I didn't even realize that the Home Depot employed amateur pornography from the '80s.
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One can only presume that the typos resulted from Gabe rushing to get out of the office and onto the next bus down to the Gathering. Or he was late for his Thursday night chicken dinner with Gwyneth. Or he had trouble keeping his attention on the keyboard while taking off his shirt. Or all of the above.
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Hey guys,
I asked you a couple of weeks ago to please email me when you see factual or typographical errors. I make them often. Oh well! But if you let me know about them, I will fix them. These comments are boring!
Thanks.
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I believe that I responded to that request with a hearty, "Shut up, Gabe." I stand by that response.
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whoa. is it just me or did this room just get dangerous-er? (anybody else feel that blow in?)
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It's funnier when you imagine their avatars talking to each other.
"Das Smurf" probably means "Shut up, Gabe" in Italian, anyway.
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Shame on you.
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So is that supposed to Al Roker as Old Gregg?
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I think the sack of russet potatoes is the new judge on American Idol.
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Apparently nobody is up on their contemporary christian pop rock...
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This fucking sucked. Seriously it was nonsense i mean some parts sure make you giggle on the inside, but the unnecessary hating on a band is pathetic. Just because you assume how a group is doesn't mean they are that way. I have friends who are juggalos who don't do that shit. Its offensive, Hopefully you accomplished what you were aiming for. Making an ass out of yourself.
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Everywhere you look there's some different shit poppin' awf
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