Post by evilpumbaathegreat on Jul 29, 2004 19:58:49 GMT -5
Turkey and crazy guy happened at leeds in 2003, the riot happened in 2002.
TURKEY
Me and my good freind louise where the only ones still awake at 4am on Saturday morning. our first festival had been a mighty success, We where pissed, stoned, ripped, twisted and any other word u can think of. When discussing again NOFX's wonderful performance and toking on a clear glass bong i found on one of the wonderfull market stalls, we heard a rather unussual noise.
It sounded like a turkey (see what i did there?)
Was it the drugs? both where new to this and rather under the leafs spell, so we werent to sure. We looked around the site (me crash landing head first onto my mates tent) to find this turkey, why would anyone bring a turkey to the site? maybe some kind of barbecue for the third night? A satanic sacrifice. All these thoughts clouding our messed up heads when we finally found the source of the noise.
Jonathon Isaacs tent.
How did he do it? a live turkey? through security which wouldnt let me take a pen knife in.....weird.
We looked at each other and I opened the tent and knelt in.
he has been my best freind for ten years, we have been through more shit than most pigs, and id never seen him like this. Naked, knelt, acting like a goddam turkey. Apparently he drank alot and smoked alot, but all i could think is
"wow, i could do with a turkey burger".
THE CRAZY MAN
I remember i first saw him when me and my mate joe had just bought an ounce of some questionable men in tight jeans. We where walking and we noticed a man trying to tip over a burger van. Needless to say his attempts where so in vain not even the staff indie noticed his attempts to destroy their work place. Kicking, punching, pushing, pulling, he tryed everything. We stopped in a haze and watched for a few minutes.
After a while he stopped, wiped his brow and walked to the front of the van, and bought a burger. He sat near us and ate it, looking like a guy on his lunch break. He then finished it, stould up, spread the crumbs across his shirt and continued his vain fight with the van. We decided to go back to the site and get wasted, so we left him and his vain struggle against the capitalist pigs.
The next day, me and joe went to get breakfast, the ounce was well smoked and we where in need of a new stash. We arrived at the burger man and saw the crazy man serving bacon butties and the like, smiling. We went up to him and decided not to mention the events. As I went to pay for my burger i noticed joe pulling out his last £20 note. i immediatly told him to save it for the weed and the man over heard and simply said "be back here in half an hour". We decided to go for it against all better judgement. We turned up and there he was with a carrier bag of pot. We payed the man a mere £20 and went back to the site. That night we tried his stash and out of the ten of us, only two where left up that night and i was one of them. We met him again the next day and he stayed for a smoke with us and his super skunk. He explained he came from a small town near Gloucster (cant spell, the weed damaged my spelling ability as well as my memory of the conversation) with his near discernable drawl we could hardly undrstand a single word he was saying. He explined he smoked weed constantly and found life was better when he couldnt remember anything. An interesting philosophy i thought. he then started to talk about a serial killer who lived next door to him....and didnt stop for an hour. He then left promising to return, and we never ever saw him again.
You meet the weirdest people at festivals.
THE RIOT
After just watching the ever amazing foo fighters, we arrived back to the campsite very very drunk. I sat down and immediatly started to drink lots, and lots and lots. My freinds where having a party and i watched from the sidelines, slightly upset that this party will soon be over. Then i realised fuckit, the night was young and stould up ready for the best night of my life.
i felt very very very warm i realised, it felt like a day in texas when It was dark and in the north of england. i took my jacket of and sat down with some mates who where sharing a fatty bombatty. I still felt very very warm and took of my jumper. We then discussed the days bands, and then i realised there where 6 or 7 people in our site watching directly behind me. I stould up and looked in their direction.
BOOOOOOM portaloo, 30 feet in the air! Police hellicopters, riot police, people throwing things, loudness i hadnt noticed before.
I sat down again and rolled a three skinner (stick it to the man as they say) and got more fucked. All this action was happening in the next field, not our problem I thought.
I awoke at 7am and heard this conversation amongst what sounded like the cast of brookside after swallowing 45 raw eggs.
"fuck, this is fucking disgusting"
"oh dude what they fuck did she do?"
"jackpot. A fucking purse.....whatever we get we split three ways yeah?"
*muffled response..
"that it? fucking bitch, howd she expect to get home?"
i then passed out....dreaming of sex with my girlfreind while on stage with system of a down.....(dont ask)
I awoke and we discovered the bag. size twenty womens clothes, scattered all over my tent. Fucing rat basterds i thought, looting a poor girls bag, why the fuck would they do that? if i ever found them id poke there eyes out and skull fuck the basterds, but anyway.
We discovered what made the men sick. The girl obviously had a huge problem with the toilets at the site.....she did her buisness in plastic bags.
Why did she do this? and of all the bags to loot why dd they pick this god forsaken thing?
But anyway we packed up and left, and vowed never to return..........
see you at leeds 2004 guys!
TURKEY
Me and my good freind louise where the only ones still awake at 4am on Saturday morning. our first festival had been a mighty success, We where pissed, stoned, ripped, twisted and any other word u can think of. When discussing again NOFX's wonderful performance and toking on a clear glass bong i found on one of the wonderfull market stalls, we heard a rather unussual noise.
It sounded like a turkey (see what i did there?)
Was it the drugs? both where new to this and rather under the leafs spell, so we werent to sure. We looked around the site (me crash landing head first onto my mates tent) to find this turkey, why would anyone bring a turkey to the site? maybe some kind of barbecue for the third night? A satanic sacrifice. All these thoughts clouding our messed up heads when we finally found the source of the noise.
Jonathon Isaacs tent.
How did he do it? a live turkey? through security which wouldnt let me take a pen knife in.....weird.
We looked at each other and I opened the tent and knelt in.
he has been my best freind for ten years, we have been through more shit than most pigs, and id never seen him like this. Naked, knelt, acting like a goddam turkey. Apparently he drank alot and smoked alot, but all i could think is
"wow, i could do with a turkey burger".
THE CRAZY MAN
I remember i first saw him when me and my mate joe had just bought an ounce of some questionable men in tight jeans. We where walking and we noticed a man trying to tip over a burger van. Needless to say his attempts where so in vain not even the staff indie noticed his attempts to destroy their work place. Kicking, punching, pushing, pulling, he tryed everything. We stopped in a haze and watched for a few minutes.
After a while he stopped, wiped his brow and walked to the front of the van, and bought a burger. He sat near us and ate it, looking like a guy on his lunch break. He then finished it, stould up, spread the crumbs across his shirt and continued his vain fight with the van. We decided to go back to the site and get wasted, so we left him and his vain struggle against the capitalist pigs.
The next day, me and joe went to get breakfast, the ounce was well smoked and we where in need of a new stash. We arrived at the burger man and saw the crazy man serving bacon butties and the like, smiling. We went up to him and decided not to mention the events. As I went to pay for my burger i noticed joe pulling out his last £20 note. i immediatly told him to save it for the weed and the man over heard and simply said "be back here in half an hour". We decided to go for it against all better judgement. We turned up and there he was with a carrier bag of pot. We payed the man a mere £20 and went back to the site. That night we tried his stash and out of the ten of us, only two where left up that night and i was one of them. We met him again the next day and he stayed for a smoke with us and his super skunk. He explained he came from a small town near Gloucster (cant spell, the weed damaged my spelling ability as well as my memory of the conversation) with his near discernable drawl we could hardly undrstand a single word he was saying. He explined he smoked weed constantly and found life was better when he couldnt remember anything. An interesting philosophy i thought. he then started to talk about a serial killer who lived next door to him....and didnt stop for an hour. He then left promising to return, and we never ever saw him again.
You meet the weirdest people at festivals.
THE RIOT
After just watching the ever amazing foo fighters, we arrived back to the campsite very very drunk. I sat down and immediatly started to drink lots, and lots and lots. My freinds where having a party and i watched from the sidelines, slightly upset that this party will soon be over. Then i realised fuckit, the night was young and stould up ready for the best night of my life.
i felt very very very warm i realised, it felt like a day in texas when It was dark and in the north of england. i took my jacket of and sat down with some mates who where sharing a fatty bombatty. I still felt very very warm and took of my jumper. We then discussed the days bands, and then i realised there where 6 or 7 people in our site watching directly behind me. I stould up and looked in their direction.
BOOOOOOM portaloo, 30 feet in the air! Police hellicopters, riot police, people throwing things, loudness i hadnt noticed before.
I sat down again and rolled a three skinner (stick it to the man as they say) and got more fucked. All this action was happening in the next field, not our problem I thought.
I awoke at 7am and heard this conversation amongst what sounded like the cast of brookside after swallowing 45 raw eggs.
"fuck, this is fucking disgusting"
"oh dude what they fuck did she do?"
"jackpot. A fucking purse.....whatever we get we split three ways yeah?"
*muffled response..
"that it? fucking bitch, howd she expect to get home?"
i then passed out....dreaming of sex with my girlfreind while on stage with system of a down.....(dont ask)
I awoke and we discovered the bag. size twenty womens clothes, scattered all over my tent. Fucing rat basterds i thought, looting a poor girls bag, why the fuck would they do that? if i ever found them id poke there eyes out and skull fuck the basterds, but anyway.
We discovered what made the men sick. The girl obviously had a huge problem with the toilets at the site.....she did her buisness in plastic bags.
Why did she do this? and of all the bags to loot why dd they pick this god forsaken thing?
But anyway we packed up and left, and vowed never to return..........
see you at leeds 2004 guys!
thats impressive in a sick gross kinda way.
