Today I’d like to write about the greatest American made movie in the history of cinema. It’s called Big Money Hustla’s. The move came out in 2000, and stars rap stars, The Insane Clown Posse.
The movie follows hero Sugar Bear (played by Shaggy 2 Dope) as a San Francisco cop hunting down the king of the criminal underworld, Big Baby Sweets (played by Violent J). I wish I could write more about the plotline, but I can’t seem to remember what it was about, most likely because I was in entire awe of the acting, directing, and engaging story.
Actually, this movie is a piece of shit, and the only reason I’m writing about it is because I’m pissed off at Taco Bell. You see, where I live, Taco Bell is the leading employeer of Juggalos (fans of ICP who dress like them and have extremely large decals of their logo on the back of their pickup trucks). Due to this, it is practically impossible to enjoy any form of taco bell in a timely manner. There are only two places I’ve ever seen Juggalos. Taco Bell and the Mall. Especially if the mall has a Taco Bell inside it. I believe they consider it some sort of command center.
Here is a review written by a fan on RottenTomatoes.com
“BIG MONEY HUSTLAS POSSABLY ONE OF THE BEST MOVIES OF ALL TIME THEY HAD TO PAY FOR THIS MOVIE OUT OF THERE OWN POCKETS”.
You can see by this fan’s rampant and almost dangerous use of cap lock, coupled with their spelling and sentence structure, that Juggalos are regarded as valuable members of society. As for the paying out of their own pockets, Violent J had to use $100,000 of his own cash when their record label refused to give them any more money for this piece of shit. They didn’t pay for the ENTIRE thing themselves. In their defense, he has $100,000 and I don’t.
Also, ICP glorifies the soft Drink “Faygo”, which makes me mad too. I think that if they glorified something more substantial, like a work ethic, that we’d all be better off. This way, we’d be able to avoid Taco Bell’s “fast food” lies and I could actually viva gordita in a timely manner.
In conclusion, if you don’t want me to write a five paragraph rant in my head about how much you suck while sitting in the drive thru lane, please don’t make me wait for a burrito.
