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there's a fly on my wall. literally.
so, the bonnaroo rundown:
01. all the musicians we saw were good... except martha wainwright. she is terrible. honestly. kept REstarting her songs because she forgot how to play them. honestly. free ticket to stardom because your brother is rufus? i think so!
02. the best group i saw was one that i never heard of before... but they were awesome. the singer was honestly ROCKING out on an acoustic electric CLASSICAL guitar. the drummer had a trash can attached to his drumset. simply amazing sounding... theyre called the slip. go itunes them, fo real.
03. HOLY SHIT tennessee is hot. and not just hot. i mean motherfucking HOT. i am pale, tanned, and burnt within an inch of each other on my shoulders... pretty cool tritone i got goin there.
04. my butthole hurts right now... and its NOT because i had a carrot or any other foreign object stuck up there... nope. just some good ol fashioned poop. i pooped twice today... that is good because i only pooped once on the five day trip of bonnaroo. i dont know whether to be proud or scared.
05. number five is a continuation of number four so if you dont wanna hear about my poop any more please skip to number six.
my one and only bonnapoo was the worst fucking poo experience of my entire fucking life. seriously-- disasster. normally i enjoy the moment when my poo comes out... not this time. i was too busy holding a 'wet-- but just bearly!" over my face to keep the wretching and dry heaves at a minimum. some dude took a nasty shit before me in the humid and disgustingly hot portojohn before me. before i even breathed in i saw it in the hole. i dont know what my fucking problem is with looking in that hole. i feel compelled... it fucking sucks. anyway, i got stuck in the stereotypically terrible portojohn in dire need of shitting. not fun AT ALL.
06. i love going to bonnaroo, but i really love being home afterwards... as in, im glad its just vacation. toward the end of the trip it just gets to the point where you're really tired of hippies.
07. these hippies are the LAZIEST most non-activist bunch of hippies on the planet. half of them brought SUVs, and by sunday the ground was covered in plastic beer bottles. what. the. fuck.
i have to go to target to get a gray sheet for a photo shoot tomorrow.... right the fuck on.
so, the bonnaroo rundown:
01. all the musicians we saw were good... except martha wainwright. she is terrible. honestly. kept REstarting her songs because she forgot how to play them. honestly. free ticket to stardom because your brother is rufus? i think so!
02. the best group i saw was one that i never heard of before... but they were awesome. the singer was honestly ROCKING out on an acoustic electric CLASSICAL guitar. the drummer had a trash can attached to his drumset. simply amazing sounding... theyre called the slip. go itunes them, fo real.
03. HOLY SHIT tennessee is hot. and not just hot. i mean motherfucking HOT. i am pale, tanned, and burnt within an inch of each other on my shoulders... pretty cool tritone i got goin there.
04. my butthole hurts right now... and its NOT because i had a carrot or any other foreign object stuck up there... nope. just some good ol fashioned poop. i pooped twice today... that is good because i only pooped once on the five day trip of bonnaroo. i dont know whether to be proud or scared.
05. number five is a continuation of number four so if you dont wanna hear about my poop any more please skip to number six.
my one and only bonnapoo was the worst fucking poo experience of my entire fucking life. seriously-- disasster. normally i enjoy the moment when my poo comes out... not this time. i was too busy holding a 'wet-- but just bearly!" over my face to keep the wretching and dry heaves at a minimum. some dude took a nasty shit before me in the humid and disgustingly hot portojohn before me. before i even breathed in i saw it in the hole. i dont know what my fucking problem is with looking in that hole. i feel compelled... it fucking sucks. anyway, i got stuck in the stereotypically terrible portojohn in dire need of shitting. not fun AT ALL.
06. i love going to bonnaroo, but i really love being home afterwards... as in, im glad its just vacation. toward the end of the trip it just gets to the point where you're really tired of hippies.
07. these hippies are the LAZIEST most non-activist bunch of hippies on the planet. half of them brought SUVs, and by sunday the ground was covered in plastic beer bottles. what. the. fuck.
i have to go to target to get a gray sheet for a photo shoot tomorrow.... right the fuck on.