where the fuck is that going on? imagine the porta-johns...

An example of the mental meat grinder that processed so many western minds. Manufacturing the product we see today. Clownworld.

Nothing about this is appealing. At all. The people, the music, the mud. I'd rather deep clean a deep fryer.

I think I saw an ex girlfriend of mine there. Gross.

It reminds me of Woodstock, but without the good music...

Silly as it may look, the safest place you could be if you just want to dance and have a good time without any chimpouts or getting roofied.