The Cut Throat Freak Show  - An interview with  Fiasco

Disclaim Pain 

Fiasco is a outpatient mental case released on work duty, enabling him a slot as a part time assistant in the Cut Throat Freak Show which he states is, "A madcap blend of classic and original sideshow stunts executed with just enough precision not to maim anybody." With that in mind who needs an introduction. Someone with this intelligence, the institution is for the best of his well being, honestly. Without his electrical shot treatment instead of coffee each morning watch out for this man's driving. With a degree in the chemical culinary arts he can concoct a menu using everything in the kitchen, appliances and cleaners included. When I first witnessed Fiasco chugging a blended variety of lube, windex, and carrots, I had no idea he would survive the moldy McDonalds' burger, let alone have a name for it. 

"Snot burger smoothies usually consist of stolen-generic-ammonia-flavored glass cleaner that I usually steal off the cleaning lady's cart before the show. So I don't even know if they're name brand or not, but once I pissed scarlet red, and the only side effects I've ever experienced were hallucinations and unusual sexual cravings. And of course I puke a lot, but I have trained myself to be mostly impervious to the toxicities, so don't forget your disclaimer," he warns me. 

Did I mention Fiasco can juggle dildos, swallow glass, and drink diet grapefruit juice on top of all this, so I'm assuming if you're a bit a muse like I your wondering, what's the next trick. 

"And ruin the mystique, I'll just say that a drill will be air-borne and no smaller than a 3/8 in. bit and a toaster will be filled with firecrackers," he barked back at me. 

For a someone who can base a religion off Mike Patton, and listens to Babyland (live only), Dead Rats, FunCondump, and now Fixtures, we won't get into the redheads he's like to fuck, more like what he fucks on.

"Well, once I screwed on glass, but it wasn't broken before we started. And indeed I can juggle just about anything, but I throw more sperm than I catch if you get my entendre. Fecal material would be of no challenge to juggle, and I would put the piss in container for better cohesion. The wettest thing I ever juggled successfully was mustard, and spit only on an existing prop already, but I could hurl some loogie with not much trouble." 

During intermissions at the first annual Derby City tattoo convention, The Cut Throat Freak Show put on a life risking, body bruising performance, that not only did I, but my mother and sister witnessed. Acts include eye socket lifting, nut cracking, hammer driving, glass chewing, chest burning, crotch grinding, and several more wrongdoings to the face and genitals. So when I asked Fiasco if I could join the freakshow by extinguishing a cigarette between my pussy lips he answered, he answered.
"I'm open to ideas, and the cigarette on the no-no would be flashy, but hate to have someone around for just five minutes of footage."

After the rendition was over, and it was time to flip the Bloody Swords tape over, body suspenders broke out with some skin swinging magic to keep our eyes stretched wide open. Lynched up on meat hooks for nearly an hour, this punk rock chick showed us the meaning of swinging solo. I've done a lot to impress the boys in my days, but nothing this cutting. Not even the other cat with pink hair and pierced calves could hang with her. Before his skin started shredding right out from under knees, he couldn't even continue, and demanded them to pulley in back to safety. When it was all over and done with, of course I wasn't. I ended up ransacking the hotel parties with the Freak show and body suspenders all night through, until management had to throw us out for indecent, body surfing in the rooms. www.cutthroatfreakshow.com - Smutstrutter