Sir Secretpocket! What else ya got in there?

...severely under slept Burners began following the wonderful coffee smell and formed a very long line, mugs in hand. Small talk ensued about important things like meteor showers, local politics, and the Burning Man ticket debacle. It seemed to be a serious moment when the tall, shirt cocking indivi...

...a large steaming pot do his homemade chili. The crowd went wild as the chili's reputation was known far and wide for it's special properties. Anyone who even sampled a small taste was suddenly able to...

ears. She realized it was way too hot to be wearing a faux fur hat. She removed her hat which left her wearing...

...free cup of coffee and a...

Nothing?

Yep.

And tpbm also wonders why the pontificating snobs don't realize no one cares or is in fact actually listening to them.

Not sure if I am more disturbed by the chewing of an unfresh slimefest or that wonky foot.

*shudder*

At least they sent us a nice, warm, positive note to tell us that we got screwed.

Yep. It actually is him. The one and only. We weren't really all that surprised. We sort of suspected all along.
But what really WAS surprising was the talent he displayed on stage. It was mesmerizing. The crowd was hushed
and then gasped as he ...

...with the proudly naked great gramma Velda loyally by his side, waving the newly resurrected ableskiver pan, they strode radiating goodness and light, leading the masses, to the center camp stage, just in time for the long awaited performance of...

...that balmy night out on the playa, near the trash fence, where by the light of the moon, he consummated his love with...

...lessons she learned from the well hung demon. She flushed with anticipation as she began her story. No one knew for sure if it was the hit off the cough syrup bottle or just the giddy school girl excitement that caused her to swoon as she offered up some of the long held family secrets. It seems ...

...fed the little fellas one precious caraway seed each. This went on as a special holiday tradition each year until one year they discovered that the seeds actually came from...

...anyone who would sit still long enough. It was a dying art although he was able to find a small community of like minded souls who also...

...hard times. Now Mr. Times was a well known...

...bend over to receive your ...

He needs a hug.

No wonder he's not into additional posts.

Real eplayans don't give a rat's ass if a thread has been done before.
If it still works, I'm in.

*smooch*

Real burners eat snark for breakfast
out of a dust covered bowl wiped clean
with the sleeve of a passerby.

Real burners don't acknowledge the term
"real burners".

Real burners don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks
about what/who they are doing/wearing.
They just do it.

Dayum. I have managed to miss the meets for the last many years in a row (my camps always seem to plan major events at the same time) so I have met no one here that I know of. (Well except for that time that we can't talk about.) Maybe I do not exist at all (I have been feeling a little vaporous) or...

"Sir Osis, do you really think this ticket looks real? I have worked long and hard crafting it as closely as possible to the real thing as alas, I did not purchase mine in a timely manner. And I so want to ride my steed swiftly across the playa, Lady Godiva style, kicking up dust and breathing fire....

Did someone peek under his kilt?

Looking good YG.
Where's the top hat?

Posting after dark can be fun.

Well here's an ATTA BOY just for you.
I just love an out and proud poster.
It warms my cockles.