We were suspiciously thinking that Neil Pert was the driver and that he was moving pictures.
I heard that those trucks are cool, but that they're also kind of pretentious. I mean, 24 wheels instead of 18? Their own CB radio code? They only do hauls that are twice the length of the average haul? Their product at each stop along the way must have some sort of connecting thread?
It's cool and all but sometimes you feel like saying, "just drive the truck yo!".
Some douchebag from Washington told us to take the I-5 all the way to Sasquatch, and then when we got separated from our friends with the GPS we thought "oh okay that guy said this will work so lets do this"
WE DROVE ALL THE WAY TO TACOMA! And I accidentally stole maps from a convenient store because I legit thought they were free (they were $8 each. I stole two.) Fuck it though, got us to the Safeway in Ellensburg where we met up with the rest of our festival gang.
To be fair, we use this trick to defend our homeland against the all too trusting annual Canadian Invasion. Someday you guys might want to try and take Washington back.
I'm sure a good portion of the employees are placed there by temp agencies. Not to disparage anyone that ever has/had to go that route, but you know what you're going to get with some of those people.
They look like the walking dead from time to time.
When I was wandering back to my tent at 4:30 a bunch of them yelled at me and some people for climbing the fence. Then some guy started yelling in a way where he was openly mocking how they yelled at me. So then the guy and I started fake yelling at each other. Soon they're swarming and launch a full chase of the yelling dude.
Post by Goldbart der Hexenmeister on Jun 1, 2012 22:12:52 GMT -5
I was at some tent during my wanderings and hanging with a bunch of Canadians. This one lady was an American and was trying so hard to take one of us to her tent on account of her being drunk and having daddy issues. She was very emotionally needy. At one point when a bunch of us were talking about poop and farts she starts talking like crazy to try and be cool and make one of us get "into her." (My quotes for no reason, just there). Like seriously talking for 10 minutes about she-poops and she-farts. Then she took me to the side and started walking with me. She couldn't find her place in the dark so I wished her luck and continued my wandering. I wasn't going to do the dirty either way, on account that she was tripping me out. Plus, I don't like farts in my mouth, which I was suspicious that she would attempt that at some point, since she talked for a good 10 minutes about farts.
I found my new buddies at their tent and explained what happened. Then... they covered me in blankets and I wandered back to my tent and laughed at the cows in the field for a few hours. I realized she was like the cows, lost and in need of a herd.