He confessed, right off the bat. Case closed.

Get an attorney and try to plead out to a lesser charge.

And for god's sake, don't take legal advice from Bob.

Yeah, and don't listen to Badger; he shows up every year on the Friday before the burn, driving a rented RV with ten cases of bud light and a bag full of roofies for all those nubile, topless hotties.

Pardon moi, but I'm serious as fucking death - illegal drugs make the BM squishy, to the point of milkshake status.

Smileys! Gah!

Yo Badger! I'm fucked doing database stuff all week - gimme a call if you can break free later this week for lunch/dinner. We have no kiddie duties, so we can probably make time for stooopidness.

hippie!

Screw you, Badger!

Don't know about enforcement, but my BM's get a little squishy if I've been doing illegal drugs.

YMMV

define "evil," please.

The ceiling vent of the Eddie Bauer 6-man, 2-room tent (> $100 on ebay) zips closed. Problem solved.

(unless your gf zips the sucker open without knocking the dust off the top of the tent first - then, you get a nice dust shower. Buh.)

What's a honey bucket?

Funny. I followed the link to their site and looked at the pages. On the "get involved" page, there were requests for construction people, seamstresses, and bartenders. On the "donate" page, there were requests for generators, trucks, post hole diggers and palm fronds. Nowhere in there did I see an...

Sorry Doc, but it was better last year.

screw the person that said for us to have self reliance in this situation. i was drugged by someone else and needed those damn signs! Oh JesusFuck. Not that the sonofabitch that would do such a thing should'nt be lined up against a wall and shot - but, yeah, the term "radical self-reliance" could b...

> I actually thought about making replacement signs and putting them up after the originals had been taken as a possible personal project next year. confession: that's a fantastic idea, but in the brain of the wrong person it's a recipe for chaos. Imagine an e-tard stumbling back to find that 10:00 ...

>Both my burns were great and I encountered none of the problems kvetched about in this thread.


Statist.

>rows

Thank god I paid extra for my orchestra seats. My view was spectacular, and the shrimp cocktails served by Crimson's minions were delicious, despite the taint of flaming poi.

Huh.

I always equated "getting it" with having an 8-inch string of anal beads shoved up the rectal cavity, which I didn't "get" the entire week, despite them being within arms-reach of that FPOS inflatable mattress we were sleeping on.

Maybe I'll "get it" tonight after dinner.

buh.

oops, sorry about that, Rob. <drift> BTW, it was great meeting you out there and sharing impressions of the event. Still have a lot to think about, but your analogy of getting beaten with a stick still makes me both laugh and seriously think about things at the same time. Thank you for being there. ...

would it be presumptious of me to call "chickenfucker!" on this thread?

Also, for the record, many people were greeted by a certain person wearing the very same (cleaned) corset.


If they only knew...

All y'all lay off the goat story.


That's MY story, you sunsabitches, and the corset is downstairs.

troll.

Dick Cheney: "Go shopping."

Will there be gahagafaka?

>Wakka wakka wakka wakka

Apparently, you're really Fozzie the Bear?

obFantasySex:

Driving Larry home right in front of The Man. Then, at the moment of climax, firing a flare into the structure, igniting it.


On Wednesday night.

Received mine last week (but it only had to travel across town).

and earplugs.

Don't forget earplugs.