Don't listen to what SuperBad has to say, this is how it happened on that wicked Halloween night…

SuperBad and I were cruising along one of the deserted highways of Arizona in the BadAss Mobile. I was in the back minding my own business nursing a freshly opened bottle of Jack Daniels when the car goes skidding to a halt. " That was those wicked clowns. What is that fucking band you always listening to Bad Mother.. Insane Clown Fuckers or something like that."

"They are called the Insane Clown Posse, why don't you pop their disc into the CD player SuperBad." SuperBad looks back in disgust " Those crazy fuckers just ran right in front of the car bare naked, carrying hatchets. They were lucky I didn't run them right the fuck over "

"You been taking some of that acid we scored in vegas again? Why don't you give me some and maybe I will see Kenny G run across the road or maybe Willie Nelson, Ha, Ha, Ha" SuperBad turns and grabs the Jack Daniels from bad Mother Fucker " Shut the fuck up man, I really saw those crazy bastards back there"

The muzzle of Bad Mother Fuckers Desert Eagle 50 gently taps the back of SuperBads skull "Give me that fucking bottle back or I will kill you."

"Look who is the fucking psycho now, you big baby, lets go see if we can find those crazy fucking clowns, maybe they will know where we are at."

"Give me my bottle back and I will hunt them down for a dollar"

"You know I only got $.87. Why do you got to play me like that"

Just then the wicked clowns go running by and jump onto the roof of the BadAss Mobile. "Get your gaddam silly asses off of my car or I will fill you so full of hollow points that you will, um, well, GET OFF MY DAMN CAR!!!"

"SuperBad, who the hell are you yelling at?"

"The clowns, those fucking clowns are on top of my ride. I am going to shoot them!"

"Dude, there are no clowns on the BadAss Mobile. There are no clowns in the BadAss Mobile. There are no clowns in a boat, there are no clowns with a goat, I don't like those clowns Superbad I am….."

"aghhhh, I am telling you Bad Mother Fucker they are right there on top of my ride. Wait there they go, I am going to kick some clown ass!"

SuperBad runs off into the brush after the imaginary clowns shouting obscenities and firing off random shots as Bad Mother Fucker grudgingly chases after him. "Old fool, can't even control his own acid trips, I should have driven, but no it's his car so he drives, I should have rode the ZX-7 or maybe even the dirt bike, maybe when I catch him I will…."

A bullet whizzes by Bad Mother Fuckers ear. " Hey SuperBad, you better settle your ass down or I am going to buckwhile on you like there is no tomorrow."

It is suddenly quiet. Bad Mother Fucker surveys the terrain and sees some rock cliffs to the east and a small cemetery to the north. A loud scream comes from the cemetery and Bad Mother Fucker runs toward it to investigate.

SuperBad is wrestling in the dirt with some imaginary person " I will kill you, you Insane clown fucker, I am going to bite your gaddam ear off Tyson style, how about that you insane earless fuck, aghhhh"

Bad Mother Fucker is fed up with the wacked out SuperBad, he pulls out his desert 50 and takes aim. Then he hits SuperBad right in the back of the head with the handle. SuperBad slumps to the ground. Bad Mother Fucker drags him back to the car.

He throws SuperBad in the trunk than jumps in the front seat and fires up the Bad Ass Mobile. "hmm, I bet SuperBad is in the mood for Tijuana and hookers"