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!!
Post by piggy pablo on Sept 22, 2022 18:14:00 GMT -5
When I get fries at Whataburger it's only when I'm getting chicken tenders and I can dip them in the gravy that comes with. Otherwise it's always onions rings.
Yeah, Whataburger has gravy and onion rings and therefore is dank.
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Ok guys. I never log on at night but I'm that worried that I might accidentally vote for sour cream. I know it's safe no matter what BUT TELL ME WHAT CREAM IS!
Welcome back Bonz, but I do not find it strange that your presence being requested in the Orgy thread and then you showing up, like it was the quacking Bonzai Bat Signal.
Ok guys. I never log on at night but I'm that worried that I might accidentally vote for sour cream. I know it's safe no matter what BUT TELL ME WHAT CREAM IS!
I only read page one and gave the plus to Druid on the Cream post. Blue Cheese dressing and mayonnaise are the only two that would make me vomit, so fuck them. Monkey Gland Sauce recipe looks awesome. South African cuisine is varied as shit. There are probably more influences on the regional variants than there are in creole. Portuguese is big in some coastal regions of South Africa , and that looks to have some influence in the sauce. They have Dutch, English, Native, Malay, Portuguese, Indian, French, etc. i don’t know if I’ll ever go there, but I would want to eat like a motherfucker.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.
We're all a mess of paradoxes. Believing in things we know can't be true. We walk around carrying feelings too complicated and contradictory to express. But when it all becomes too big, and words aren't enough to help get it all out, there's always music.