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Post by venusinfurs on Jun 8, 2006 17:39:56 GMT -5
I don't advocate the actions of Nazis, communist governments, or any other fascist regime... but, y'know, I think a wook genocide might be in order. Just sayin'.
well, not all wooks are bad, some are quite nice people that just live a different lifestyle...
but there is a giant chunk of them that think that just because they have chosen that lifestyle, it makes it okay for them to steal from others, which is wrong...
if you want a free beer, all you have to do is ask, I'll give one up to you.. you don't have to sneak into my campsite at 4 am and steal them.
I actually cannot wait to spy my first wook - I kinda expect to hear Steve Erwin's voice at some point - "there's the wook now, be careful - let's not frighten it"
I actually cannot wait to spy my first wook - I kinda expect to hear Steve Erwin's voice at some point - "there's the wook now, be careful - let's not frighten it"
I saw my first w00ks at Roo last year. It was shocking to this Oklahoman girl.
What is a w00k? Hmmm ... I'm sure there is an official definition somewhere and that others can explain it better than I, but basically they are the dread-wearing, drug-selling, pick-pocketing, no-shower-taking, no-brush-owning community that travel from festival to festival in hopes of making a profit at normal people's expense.
Post by sparklybecca on Jun 8, 2006 22:46:59 GMT -5
ticktrix said:
What is a w00k? Hmmm ... I'm sure there is an official definition somewhere and that others can explain it better than I, but basically they are the dread-wearing, drug-selling, pick-pocketing, no-shower-taking, no-brush-owning community that travel from festival to festival in hopes of making a profit at normal people's expense.
Had to give some karma for the link...i'm waking my son up i'm laughing so hard.
So my friend was talking about ways to lock the cooler, and I thought it was overkill, but now I'm thinking otherwise...
Are the wooks more or less prevalent in the tent-only area?
Edit: OK...I'm smiting to even out the karma....because even though I'm laughing my ass off, I will now be up all night reading the entire thread and not getting any sleep! Seriously....no smiting...but man I can't stop reading this thing.
Fans of jam bands are sometimes classified as "Wooks" or "Wookiees" due to their stereotype of having unshaven faces, long hair, and lack of personal hygiene.
Wow, I didn't know they came from such a rich history. I always figured they came from the 'burbs, got kicked out of their parents' home and forgot to pack a brush.
still reading that thread...thanks again for ruining my friday!!!!!
I hear ya! I did the same thing when I found it a month ago. Laughed my a$$ off for hours. When we get back from Roo, we'll have to start our own "Roo '06 w00k stories" thread here.
Hampton '96 - Days Inn parking lot. I'm holding a coveted Halloween X-tra. I let our neighbors know at the hotel I had two for sale, face, because I couldn't go. Just for fun I tell them that if they meet anyone looking to come to the hotel and ask for "Snake." Not long after, we're drinking beers on the walkway area, hanging with everyone staying at the hotel. Word gets around, I guess and all of a sudden a dirty white Gremlin-looking car loaded down speeds around the corner. These three dirty, dirty long-established schwilly wooks jump out and yell up at the walkway that they are looking for Snake. They ask if I have tix to Halloween and I show them two mail orders. They ask what I want and I tell them face.
These w00ks, no sh**, offer me Camel Cash for the tix. Flippin' Camel Cash. When I decline they say "no wonder they call you Snake." Then they asked if I had floor space. Are you kidding me?
i agree that thes links are hilarious. but it does give wooks a bad name. 99 percent of them are jsut music lovers having a good time. for newbies this is somethig you will see but its nothing to worry about. wooks are for the most part harmless and friendly
pkay after reading that ENTIRE thread (took me about 3 hours, but I just couldn't stop!) I just have to post my own wook story..
Me and my brother went to Coventry together. After the first night's show ends, we go back to camp, drop most of our stuff off at the tent and proceed a like 5 hour long walk around the grounds... well, we get back to the tent at around 6 am or so, and already we know something's up.. our tent door was halfway opened with the bottom part being the open part.. we both exchange a knowing look.. we're expecting the worst - all of our stuff gone, beers stolen, etc..
well my brother unzips the rest of the flap and low and behold nothing is gone, rather something had been added... a passed out wook on my sleeping bag.
so me and my brother are half chuckling like wtf, and my brother leans in and starts shaking the guys leg. he doesn't respond, so then he shakes his torso, still nothing, after about 10 minutes of trying to wake this guy up, now the hilarity of the situation has worn off and we are just trying to get this guy out.. finally, after we pick him up by the sholders and drop him back down, he startles awake... he's like "what the f*ck, bro!"
my brother responds with "what the f*ck? what are you doing in our tent?" and the dude's like "It's my tent." and so my brother says "no, dude, this is our tent, you must be lost." and the guy says "no, bro, I found this tent here. It's mine." by this time, my brother has gotten pissed... I'm the passive type, but my brother is sort of hot-headed... "he says "listen, get the f*ck out of our tent now, and you won't have any trouble." the dude just looks at him for a sec and goes "whatever." and lays back down.
bad move.
My brother picks the guy's head up by his dreads and pulls him out of the tent and kicks him in the side...
now before I go any further, you must understand that my brother is not a violent guy.. hot-headed, yes, a little tempermental, maybe, but by no means violent on a regular basis.
okay, so the dude gets up in my brother's face and is like "You wanna start something, bro? This is MY tent! I found it here! no one was in it, so it's MINE!" ( gotta love a wook's logic sometimes) My brother pops him square in the nose, and from what I could tell, he broke it. The wook screams bloody murder. now by this time other people are starting to poke thier heads out of thier tents and random passers-by are stopping to check out the fight..
The wook recovers from the punch and charges my brother, who is now ready for it.. he side steps the charge, punches the wook in the side as he's flying past him, and the Wook, tripping on the ground, falls face first in some mud. everyone who is watching starts laughing..
The wook, who by now has realized that he's not winning the fight, admits defeat, but not before saying "Bad Karma, bro!" saying to the people laughing at him "can you believe that sh*t?" and muttering other such things to the effect of "My tent... I found it.. bad karma..." and staggers off into the dawn...
Call me an old curmudgeon, but... I first noticed wookie-ish behavior with the early 80's "resurgence" of the dead among a "new generation." Gate crashing, lot theft, general rudeness. It seems that some people mistook random kindness and general generosity as a chance to get over. We've all had bad shows where we've taken too much stuff to be cool, but it was an environment where you knew people would care for you; not draw a face on your butt and post the picture on the net. Now, the prevailing distrust of other show goers causes us to just ingnore, or worse yet, beat the crap out of some spaced out wookie. Too many people forgot or never learned the lesson of Professor Dylan, "You never understood, it ain't no good, you shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you." Sincerely, Grandpa Simpson
Post by sparklybecca on Jun 9, 2006 8:11:52 GMT -5
well my brother unzips the rest of the flap and low and behold nothing is gone, rather something had been added... a passed out wook on my sleeping bag. <---lol
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