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Post by blankaflip on Jun 19, 2008 23:36:10 GMT -5
So it's Friday night, and Metallica had just finished their set. Our group headed back to our campsite which was about fifty yards from the arch, by the RV's. We're all just sitting around chilling through the rain, before a legend in the making made his debut.
We were parked right next to a chain link fence which separated our spot from the day parking. We began to notice as we peered through the rain coming down, that this young man with a chicken hat was staring at us through the fence on the other side. This happened for a good ten minutes. Eventually, he began to look startled, and began climbing the fence. On the other side of the fence, we had a big blue tarp on the ground to try and prevent flooding, so when he landed, he landed on the tarp and slid a good five feet across the tarp, in our direction.
Here he stood, in all his glory. He had no shirt, and no shoes, a smiley face painted on his face, and shoulder length dreadlocks. His hat, as I noted earlier, was a chicken. The bill of the hat was the chicken's beak, and it had hawk like feathers coming out of the top behind these bulging eyes. Someone in our group began to call him Chicken Hawk, and we were asking him what he was doing, but all he would do is stare at our lantern. As my brother got up to run to get something out of the truck, Chicken Hawk just sat down in his seat.
So here we were, sitting under the RV canopy, and this guy comes and sits down with us out of nowhere. After my brother got his seat back, Chicken Hawk sat down on the cooler behind his original seat for another five minutes. We just couldn't stop laughing! Eventually, he got startled again and began going through all of our gear. Coolers, moving bags around, sifting through this and that. We had to ask him what he was looking for. He responded." I'm..I... I'm looking for my bicycle." Right after he said that, he began to pull his pants down and began playing with himself. (Haha.. I remember this like it was yesterday.) So we began to tell Chicken Hawk he needed to be moving on. He slowly responded." There... Is no $hit to be moved." He then walked straight into a two foot deep swamp land of mud, and then walked out into the pouring rain, into the road.
If anyone knows the whearabouts of this Chicken Hawk, please post!
Post by tentseasurfer on Jun 20, 2008 19:47:49 GMT -5
Hmmm....sounds like he didn't get burned by the Shakedown vendors.
This story reminds me of the Bird Lady from Kids in the Hall
I would have loved to have been visited at our campsite by The Chicken Hawk....he sounds harmless enough. Obviously he was operating on a different storyline than the rest of you.
Yet again, another reason why Bonnaroo is so awesome. It is the only place where a story like this is only mildly odd. ;D
Post by CincyRooJF on Jun 20, 2008 22:47:50 GMT -5
I love people in costumes. I can't believe that so many people wear that stuff when it is so hot outside. We saw a girl in a banana costume, the moth guy, but the hottest one I saw was a guy wearing a suit made of Crown Royal bags. Definitely makes the weekend that much more... special.
but the hottest one I saw was a guy wearing a suit made of Crown Royal bags. Definitely makes the weekend that much more... special.
That suit was SWEET! It looked very well made with the gold stitching being perfectly lined up and all.
I am planning on wearing something next year so, maybe, I will be included in a post like this. Of course the story about me won't be centered on me playing with myself after rummaging through strangers' stuff.
i don't know about chicken hawk, but we had one tweeked out guy come up while we were all sitting around camp, yelling about his "taint". he then proceeded to beg our neighbors for some baby powder. as soon as he had procured this baby powder he immediately stuck his hand down his pants in front of everyone, applying the baby powder and telling us how good it felt on his taint (i think he really liked that word). i guess no-no words really magnify guy's subconcious need to touch themselves....haha.
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