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!!
Holy GOD. Jack & Cokes, y'all. I may have found a new love in my life. This coming from a person that isn't a liquor drinker.
Unrelated thought, just wanted to tag you
What's some good Virginia breweries that you can find in bottles/cans? The 'rents are going to VA Beach next week, I might place an order - and hope they'll actually bother.
I broke with tradition and dramk crown and coke the 1st half of Saturday night. Thank goodness I switched to beer after a few. I was teaching the nieces and nephews the Tango followed by the Thriller dance
Nothing like getting whiskey drunk and cutting the grass! Also weed whacked the fuck out some shit!
Drunkeness and power tools are fine companions. I'm personally a fan of this move: campfire. late night. we're all having a good time. but what is this? we are out of firewood. no matter. let me just cut down a dead tree with my chainsaw and use my axe to turn it into a pile of firewood. all while completely stone drunk.
true story. happened last week. and no blood was shed in the process (but I did have to pee twice)
Nothing like getting whiskey drunk and cutting the grass! Also weed whacked the fuck out some shit!
Drunkeness and power tools are fine companions. I'm personally a fan of this move: campfire. late night. we're all having a good time. but what is this? we are out of firewood. no matter. let me just cut down a dead tree with my chainsaw and use my axe to turn it into a pile of firewood. all while completely stone drunk.
true story. happened last week. and no blood was shed in the process (but I did have to pee twice)
Nothing like getting whiskey drunk and cutting the grass! Also weed whacked the fuck out some shit!
Drunkeness and power tools are fine companions. I'm personally a fan of this move: campfire. late night. we're all having a good time. but what is this? we are out of firewood. no matter. let me just cut down a dead tree with my chainsaw and use my axe to turn it into a pile of firewood. all while completely stone drunk.
true story. happened last week. and no blood was shed in the process (but I did have to pee twice)
Post by LoveLuckLaughter on Jun 8, 2014 5:10:31 GMT -5
I'm not sure how this happened. I drove from Lexington after picking up some of Mike's things. Got here about 1230. Had some wine so as to sleep. Now I'm still wide awake like I smoked some crack, and I have to unload and return the rental car in 5 hours and then do my Roo corner. Asshaterymunchfuckadillary.
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.
Post by krunchykat on Jun 17, 2014 20:45:22 GMT -5
I'm five leinenkugels in at a show an hour and half from home. By myself. I struck up conversation with a dude with a swans shirt on. Either he's scared of anyone with a vagina or I'm that scary.