Whether it's your first Bonnaroo or you’re a music festival veteran, we welcome you to Inforoo.
Here you'll find info about artists, rumors, camping tips, and the infamous Roo Clues. Have a look around then create an account and join in the fun. See you at Bonnaroo!!
OK, we all love the My Mug thread, but I can't wade through 89 pages to get to know everyone in the next few weeks so this is a thread to just post your pic and real name (if you wish). Let's keep the discussion and debate ("Oooh, prettyful") to another thread so there's not too much fluff to scroll through. Feel free to repost if you're already in the original thread.
*i like coconuts, you can break them open they smell like ladies lyin in the sun** *Hell I don't even know where I am** *for now I must sit here and ponder the yonder: The herbivores did well cause their food didn't never run** *We listen, if it feels good We shake** *You made a big impression for a girl of your size, Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.**
Post by Steel_City_X on May 22, 2008 21:12:29 GMT -5
This is my mug - It is a couple years old, still have the shirt, the hair and beard are much grayer these days.
I will be in the accessible portion of the VIP. I'm offering anyone in VIP the ability to charge batteries, etc.... Still trying to decide which car I am driving - comfort/poor fuel economy, less comfort/decent fuel economy.
I'll see if there are any pictures of me within the last few days in Moab.
This word also has a underground meaning once you break it down. Let’s take “Bonn” for example and it actually turns into the word “Bone”. We all know gays use this word to describe the action of when they are fecal fisting their Cuban cabana boy at their sex bath house parties. Now let’s look at Roo, “Roo” is short for “Kangaroo”.So put the full true message together and you get“Bone a Kangaroo
Dude, I seriously can't concentrate on anything but bonnaroo right now. . .It's to the point where I'm poking myself in the eye with foreign objects. . . I think I just need to be sedated until Tuesday. . . . Dystopian Dream