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I didn't recall asking you Well, since I'm the one guy who historically has had the most problems with MikeSC, one would naturally assume that my disapproving of his banning would be somewhat odd. And yeah, I don't think we should ban Mike. Not until I break him. So lay off, and go back to sitting on that dock by the bay, eating your dick sandwich, BanksterWOKid.

I don't even think we should ban MikeSC.

Michael Moore.

I'd like to see Eric S. stop by sometime. I'd lobby for Nemesis to return here if Eric S. was a regular presence, if only for the reason that it would be so god-damned entertaining.

You're too timid to spell out "God Damn" and "fuckers", so what makes you think that you have to ability to commit assault or arson in you? Get him into rehab, and quit trying to be some dumb vigilante cracker.

Can we get one of those nifty maps of Canada, with the ridings color coded according to who won?

Oh. I stand corrected. I'd still like to see who he's refering to, though.

I hope you aren't referring to yourself, Mike. Anyway, although the 411 forums themselves are a little on the shitty side of things, I wouldn't mind certain posters posting here at TSM. Lastly, I second Tyler's motion.

The fact that "Junkyard Willie" knew Mike posted at 411 tipped me off that this was, in fact, Nemesis. That and Ill checked the IP for me, but yeah, go me.

Bye Junkyard Willie, aka Nemesis

Bye Nemesis.

I will make this work damnit MYSTERIOUSONETSM: how do we do that at tsm Clever Drunk: It has to be in html Clever Drunk: But html isnt supported on the board

Ahahahahah. Nemesis found TSM. God help us all. But yeah, the theater I work for has even requested a print of F 9/11, because so many people kept badgering the staff about it, and this is a staunchly conservative town county region state.

Uh

What ever happened to ClearPepsi?

Ha. I knew you were going to get fucked on the traffic, AoO. I arrived on Wednesday night, camped in the Wal-Mart parking lot with about 200 other hippies, and got into Bonnaroo at 8 p.m. that night. I don't fucking remember Thursday. The drugs were everywhere, an abundance of opium, good mushrooms & nitrous. The marijuana flowed like wine. I didn't even buy any, because everyone camping around me was kind enough to distribute the shit. Same with beer. Friday was all right. Bob Dylan was awful, a complete disappointment for me. I was expecting to see Dylan up there with his guitar, revisiting his 60's protest songs, but instead, I get Dylan sitting at the keyboards and doing half-assed versions of his later stuff. Chris Robinson and the New Earth Mud was fantastic. I enjoyed their stuff more then the Black Crows material. I met a girl around 8, and missed Dave Matthews and Praxis because of said girl, which was a mistake in hindsight. Praxis held a great set. Gov't Mules set was fucking sick, with covers of No Quarter, a Ray Charles song, and a great blend of Princes When Doves Cry, and Haynes own Beautifully Broken. Doc Watson was magnificant, as always. The highlight of the festival for me was Medeski, Martin & Wood, which pulled off a great set before the rains came pouring down. Which gets me to the big issue; the fucking mud. Such a pain in the ass. It was halfway up to my knees at times. I swear on Sunday night, a fucking river had appeared between the main stage and Centeroo, which I dubbed "the river Shytz", for it's proximity to a line of Port-A-Johns. I nearly lost my sandals five or six times. I actually got stuck in that shit Monday morning, on the way out. I had packed up the previous night, missing most of Trey Anastasio's set to do so. I slept in my car, awaken only briefly by the loudest fucking fireworks display I've ever seen. I awoke at 7 a.m., drove onto a road that had only 5 other cars on it, and was well on my way to being out onto I-24 in 10 minutes. Then, I decided to stop like an asshole and say goodbye to some of the guys from my area who happened to be working at the event (they provided me with free "Outback Kate" food the entire weekend). So, I pulled over - right into a fucking horrendous mudhole. Instantly stuck. I spent 10 minutes trying to figure out how to get myself free, all the while, the road behind me filled up with cars. I then decided that if I pushed the car, it would get it out. My body said bullshit. I popped my back as I was pushing, and could not fucking breath for 30 seconds. I'm still having problems with my back. I fucked it up but good. Finally, I had to pay some hick 25$ to pull me out with his tractor, and I caked the inside of the driver's seat with Tennessee mud, & a smell I may never pry out of that car. All of this took only 35 minutes, but by then, the line to get out was horrendous. Once back on the road, I got maybe 30 feet in three hours. I finally made it out of there at 11:48 a.m. CST. All in all, it was a great trip, but I'm not so sure I would pay the same amount next year, as my back account is flatlining even now.

I'll take the Browns, on second thought.

Report from Bonnarro. Not so great, so far. End Transmission. PS. Dude, AoO, I can't find you anywhere. Oh well. I found some shrooms anyway.

I'll be 6'7. Find me.

Yes please?

You can never win. If a candidate is too dry, you'd ask for him to develop some charisma. If he has charisma, you call him crazy. What do you want Kerry to do, make donkey animal ballons?

Okay, it's a week and counting until Bonnarro offically starts. Just to update those who are going, and have neglected to check their e-mail lately. No glass containers will be allowed at Bonnaroo, supposedly. Any containers found will be confiscated. However, the guys the event has hired to check vehicles are local high school kids, so a bit of ingenuity will suffice. But needless to say, if you do bring some beer in, throw it away properly. Secondly, the drug content will be HIGH. AHAHAHAHAHAHHA, I'm so funny. Yeah, anyway... The most important thing to bring is your ticket. The second most important thing to bring is a shitload of ice & water. The festival charges obscene amounts of money for a pound of ice, which will be half melted before you get it back to your campsite. Same with water, except it doesn't melt. I expect these fuckers to try and sell you $3 water bottles with no caps. Just remember the words of Elder Carlin; "Nuh uh, bulllshit!" Bring as much as water as you can. I've already got one orange water cooler secured, and I'm looking for another. Remember, you'll be standing around in a Tennessee field in June, with no trees, and no concrete hope for rain. They will also have a wireless intrarnet system set up, so festival-goers can set up meetings and leave messages for each other. With that said, who else here is still going? It might be interesting to meet AoO.

I know a guy who has a lot of charisma, perhaps Kerry should choose him as his running mate... The mutha fucking Lawnmower Man!

heart shopping chest slap? That sounds somewhat handy!

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