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An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music, and one cannot tell about music so that another person can get the feeling of it. - The Mysterious Stranger
Ok so this story is going to make me seem like a horrible person but I'm really not so bear with me. This is a sloppy story because I was so sloppy drunk by the way so here we go. Friday night at MOE Down I had a handle of Fleischmans Vodka, I guess I did drink the better part of that bottle, but the next morning my boy comes up to me and hes like "Pierce you even know what you did last night?" I immediately thought to myself that this couldnt be a good thing. But I guess I walked up to this guys tent and started to piss on the open window, turns out he was sleeping in the tent at the time and I pissed all over him. As if that is not bad enough the guy comes out of the tent and he is pissed as he rightfully should be and I guess he started to pick a fight with me. No stranger to confrontation I am told I walked up and punched him in the mouth. But thats not all I guess our former tough guy friend totally changed his attitude and started whining and moaning "What the hell man you piss on my tent and punch me in the face, what kinda guy are you?" So in response I go "Why you want another one?" and just punch him again and left. To me this is a hysterical story and I'm laughing now just thinking about it, because it wasnt me it was the Vodka. When I learned of all this the next morning I found the guy appologized and quacked the doodie out of him. So there is my SLOPPY drunk story.
Post by SouthGA_Festival Machine on Mar 13, 2008 21:39:58 GMT -5
piercey33 said:
Ok so this story is going to make me seem like a horrible person but I'm really not so bear with me. This is a sloppy story because I was so sloppy drunk by the way so here we go. Friday night at MOE Down I had a handle of Fleischmans Vodka, I guess I did drink the better part of that bottle, but the next morning my boy comes up to me and hes like "Pierce you even know what you did last night?" I immediately thought to myself that this couldnt be a good thing. But I guess I walked up to this guys tent and started to piss on the open window, turns out he was sleeping in the tent at the time and I pissed all over him. As if that is not bad enough the guy comes out of the tent and he is pissed as he rightfully should be and I guess he started to pick a fight with me. No stranger to confrontation I am told I walked up and punched him in the mouth. But thats not all I guess our former tough guy friend totally changed his attitude and started whining and moaning "What the hell man you piss on my tent and punch me in the face, what kinda guy are you?" So in response I go "Why you want another one?" and just punch him again and left. To me this is a hysterical story and I'm laughing now just thinking about it, because it wasnt me it was the Vodka. When I learned of all this the next morning I found the guy appologized and quacked the doodie out of him. So there is my SLOPPY drunk story.
Post by generalstore on Mar 13, 2008 21:45:41 GMT -5
southgajd said:
Please stay away from my campsite this year.
Right! Let's all chip in and get this guy an ankle monitoring bracelet. I really don't care for having my things pissed on, being pissed on myself, being punched twice in the face, or cid. You're like a one man wrecking crew. Stay away!
Post by arlenefavreau1 on Mar 13, 2008 21:52:52 GMT -5
Best way to flag those indiscriminant pissers is to supper glue there flys to there hands and a dead nitrious to the other hand they wake up very confused
My strategy would involve a simple equation: pee hole + gorilla glue = a lesson learned
No thats so quacked up.
Wait I just remember that I have a short story...
Maybe like 4 or 5 years ago, I went to see Claypool and Gabby Lala. I was right up front because I worship me a good Les Claypool. I felt something behind me and it went away but I dismissed it, it is a concert. Then again, and more rubbing with nails and such. I was thinking oh hey whats this, and I turned around and it was this guy and girl they must have been rolling, and they were both twice my size, which is really huge because I'm not a small dude. Then they shimmied past me to get a better look at Claypool.
My strategy would involve a simple equation: pee hole + gorilla glue = a lesson learned
No thats so quacked up.
Wait I just remember that I have a short story...
Maybe like 4 or 5 years ago, I went to see Claypool and Gabby Lala. I was right up front because I worship me a good Les Claypool. I felt something behind me and it went away but I dismissed it, it is a concert. Then again, and more rubbing with nails and such. I was thinking oh hey whats this, and I turned around and it was this guy and girl they must have been rolling on E, and they were both twice my size, which is really huge because I'm not a small dude. Then they shimmied past me to get a better look at Claypool.
i had this guy at a ministry concert keep smashing into people (and me). finally, i grabbed him and told him to get the fuck away from us... as expected, he came smashing back into us a few moments later. so i grabbed him again and ran him through the pit and kind of flung him... im pretty sure he was really, really high. but i dont really feel too bad since he was making his own trip other people's problems...
however, this was probably like, 10 years ago. now, id just go stand somewhere else and not bother. im like, so mature!
Post by erscott420 on Mar 13, 2008 23:41:27 GMT -5
piercey33 said:
Ok so this story is going to make me seem like a horrible person but I'm really not so bear with me. This is a sloppy story because I was so sloppy drunk by the way so here we go. Friday night at MOE Down I had a handle of Fleischmans Vodka, I guess I did drink the better part of that bottle, but the next morning my boy comes up to me and hes like "Pierce you even know what you did last night?" I immediately thought to myself that this couldnt be a good thing. But I guess I walked up to this guys tent and started to piss on the open window, turns out he was sleeping in the tent at the time and I pissed all over him. As if that is not bad enough the guy comes out of the tent and he is pissed as he rightfully should be and I guess he started to pick a fight with me. No stranger to confrontation I am told I walked up and punched him in the mouth. But thats not all I guess our former tough guy friend totally changed his attitude and started whining and moaning "What the hell man you piss on my tent and punch me in the face, what kinda guy are you?" So in response I go "Why you want another one?" and just punch him again and left. To me this is a hysterical story and I'm laughing now just thinking about it, because it wasnt me it was the Vodka. When I learned of all this the next morning I found the guy appologized and dosed the doodie out of him. So there is my SLOPPY drunk story.
id only be punched once..guarantee that...hell just stay home...or come dry...
Post by kaleidoscope kristen on Mar 13, 2008 23:59:24 GMT -5
I would be highly upset to get pissed on and punched by some stranger at my own camp site.
There are some people who take advantage of wonderful music and arts festivals like Roo and use them just to get super wasted and sloppy, and it gives all the attendees bad reps.
I think everything can be done, just in moderation...
That guy was lucky the dude in the tent didn't just beat the living daylights out of him. I mean, one guy says he'd only get punched once...well, why even get punched the first time?
All in all, it is a funny story, since it didn't happen to me. I gave him karma. And don't worry about coming to Roo sober, either, drink your little heart out. Just don't be peeing on people.
Post by rideincircles on Mar 14, 2008 0:15:56 GMT -5
Giving people directions who are totally out of it is hilarious. Go that way. Its over there. This way? Ask that guy over there he will tell you. Hey Dude!! The cycle continues.
Post by ☮ superbek ☮ on Mar 14, 2008 3:08:34 GMT -5
piercey33 said:
Ok so this story is going to make me seem like a horrible person but I'm really not so bear with me. This is a sloppy story because I was so sloppy drunk by the way so here we go. Friday night at MOE Down I had a handle of Fleischmans Vodka, I guess I did drink the better part of that bottle, but the next morning my boy comes up to me and hes like "Pierce you even know what you did last night?" I immediately thought to myself that this couldnt be a good thing. But I guess I walked up to this guys tent and started to piss on the open window, turns out he was sleeping in the tent at the time and I pissed all over him. As if that is not bad enough the guy comes out of the tent and he is pissed as he rightfully should be and I guess he started to pick a fight with me. No stranger to confrontation I am told I walked up and punched him in the mouth. But thats not all I guess our former tough guy friend totally changed his attitude and started whining and moaning "What the hell man you piss on my tent and punch me in the face, what kinda guy are you?" So in response I go "Why you want another one?" and just punch him again and left. To me this is a hysterical story and I'm laughing now just thinking about it, because it wasnt me it was the Vodka. When I learned of all this the next morning I found the guy appologized and dosed the doodie out of him. So there is my SLOPPY drunk story.
OK, Here goes..... It's long, it's true.... It's Monday after 'Roo 06
The players: J: Driver of a large pick-up truck and a friend of mine for over 10 years. B: Not his wife, but he sure wished she was.
When Monday morning arrived I was up, tore down my camp, cleaned most of the community camp, drank coffee, and had even switched over to beer all before J got out of his tent. He was groggy (as was to be expected) but was acting a little more erratic than normal. His method for packing the truck resembled loading a truck with firewood, he left a third of a gallon jug of urine on a small trash pile, like, directly after we were talking about ‘doing our part’ and taking our trash to the big pile about a city block away, nothing too bad but just…. erratic. I offered to drive out of there and get us past the Bonnaroo traffic, at least, but he declined. When we got out of the festival and onto the interstate, things started to get really, really ugly. Let me preface with this bit… When we were driving to the festival and I was introducing myself to B, I casually called myself a ‘control-freak’ and that if I was pushing to get them to do something they didn’t want to do, like going to a certain show, or leaving at a certain time… I wouldn’t be offended if they said no. I’d probably try to get them to do what I wanted but… don’t worry about it. Anyway, J’s behavior was directly translating into his driving. He was tailgating. He was driving 80 in a 55. He wasn’t letting people merge. I said something about it, asked him to concentrate, and he got a bit aggressive. I decided to pull out my camera and just review the photos from the weekend. In terms of his driving, I figured out of sight, out of mind. Anyway, It was only a matter of moments until B screamed his name. J! Watch out for that white car! He hit the brakes at the last possible moment and we didn’t rear end the car. I said ‘ J, pull over, let me drive.’ That only accelerated his anger. He stomped on the gas pedal, started passing in the wrong lane and trailgating even worse. He switched back to the passing lane after a few minutes. We were in the passing lane with a concrete wall next to us, there was a semi ahead of us in the slow lane, and another semi was merging onto the interstate. The semi turned on his signal and started to move into our lane so J again punched it and hardly made it into the space where the semi wanted to be, right after the semi committed to let the other guy in. The semi already on the interstate swerved away and blasted all his air horns and I saw the merging semi smoking his tires while braking heading into the emergency lane and J went nuts over the fact that the semi was headed into our lane. Traffic was still very heavy and he then started to tailgate a driver and let the truck drift over the ‘stay awake’ tire buzzing ribbon over the yellow line. I have to mention that there were so many words flying at this time there is no way to write it all down. He let the truck drift so far that the yellow left line was in the center of the hood. He said he was riding the ribbon to slow the truck down because his brakes were bad but then he would drift on and off the ribbon and in and out of the lane. B was asking him to pull over. I was demanding that he pull over. He refused and continued to drive very recklessly. He started to say that the only reason the situation had gotten to where it was because I am a control-freak and if I wasn’t making a big deal about it then B wouldn’t be making a big deal about it at which time B yelled ‘NO J! YOU’RE DRIVING LIKE AN bunghole!’ I told him he had no right to endanger our lives, no matter my character flaws. I also reminded him there were more no-nos in the car than we could possibly eat and that if we got pulled over, we were going to jail. The erratic, aggressive driving just continued on and on. Writing all this down does not do the situation justice as it all was taking very long, there were gaps in between the most dangerous incidents and our yelling. I have to mention though that I was very scared for my life and that there no words that he was hearing that conveyed the message. However, I was really scared. I put my face in my hands and nearly began to cry. He passed another rest area and I finally yelled at him that I would start punching him in the side of the head until he pulled over with the intent to kick my ass because it would stop the vehicle. I didn’t do it, obviously, and actually then tried my best to get my doodie back together. I was scared. I didn’t know what to do but trying to impress upon him the seriousness of the situation but yelling wasn’t working. Pretty quickly there was a sign for another rest area in 3 miles. In as calm of a tone as I could muster I said ‘J, as an adult all I can do is ask you politely to pull over at the next rest area and let me out of the truck for a minute. I’m freaking the quack out.’ B said ‘Me too.’ And he pulled in to the rest area. Coming to a stop he hit the curb, put the truck in a lurching park, and B bailed out of the truck and ran away. I then told J that he had to either let me drive or give me 10 minutes to get my doodie out of the truck. His reply was ‘Get your shit’. I then saw my opportunity. As I was still trying to convince him to let me drive I put on my camelback and that disguised why I was leaning forward. His hands were white knuckling the steering wheel and in a flash I grabbed the keys off his lap and ran like hell towards the information booth with people inside. He caught me by the camelback and I could feel that he was going to throw me to the ground so I slipped out of it and turned and faced him. ‘Are the keys in here?’ he yelled and I said yes. He ripped open my pack and poured the contents (no-no and all) on the lawn in front of the rest area. I was still backing away from him. He then growled ‘give me the keys’ and pulled out a knife. He was coming at me and I said to the guy next to me ‘HELP! Watch out! He’s got a knife!’ The guy put his hands up, walked away backwards, and said ‘I can’t help’ So I turned and ran like quacking hell into the information area where a lady was in the middle of a donut shaped desk. I told her to NOT let he bald guy drive and pointed at him as he came in the door. He then chased me with the knife around and around that desk. The lady was slackjawed. He was saying ‘Don’t make me do this in here. Don’t make me do this in here. Don’t make me do this in here.’ I was yelling at him to calm the quack down and that no matter quacking what, he wasn’t driving away from here and he should understand that the situation was going to be either 1) me behind the wheel of his truck or 2) all of us in jail. Then, something happened where he just turned off. I don’t know where he put the knife but I followed him out. I knew we had to get the quack out of there and quick. I was finally able to totally calm him down and even gave him a 30 second hug. We walked over to my pack, repacked everything, and went back to the truck. He got in the back seat and I went to the front of the truck and started to spin the keys on one finger in front of me. B popped out from behind a tree and got into the truck. I got behind the wheel, J was asleep in about 2 or 3 minutes, and I drove to WNC. We arrived safely with no other incidents about 5 hours later, we got my stuff out of the truck, I said bye to B and then waved them goodbye and then locked the front door to my house.
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Post by Darth Boo Boo Kitty @#*& on Mar 14, 2008 6:38:37 GMT -5
piercey33 said:
Ok so this story is going to make me seem like a horrible person but I'm really not so bear with me. This is a sloppy story because I was so sloppy drunk by the way so here we go. Friday night at MOE Down I had a handle of Fleischmans Vodka, I guess I did drink the better part of that bottle, but the next morning my boy comes up to me and hes like "Pierce you even know what you did last night?" I immediately thought to myself that this couldnt be a good thing. But I guess I walked up to this guys tent and started to piss on the open window, turns out he was sleeping in the tent at the time and I pissed all over him. As if that is not bad enough the guy comes out of the tent and he is pissed as he rightfully should be and I guess he started to pick a fight with me. No stranger to confrontation I am told I walked up and punched him in the mouth. But thats not all I guess our former tough guy friend totally changed his attitude and started whining and moaning "What the hell man you piss on my tent and punch me in the face, what kinda guy are you?" So in response I go "Why you want another one?" and just punch him again and left. To me this is a hysterical story and I'm laughing now just thinking about it, because it wasnt me it was the Vodka. When I learned of all this the next morning I found the guy appologized and dosed the doodie out of him. So there is my SLOPPY drunk story.
Post by longliverocknroll on Mar 14, 2008 10:18:47 GMT -5
Thats 10 minutes of my life i'll never get back.......i thought it was gonna be a witty anecdote, not a story about your best mate going a bit doolally and nearly killing you!!
Thats 10 minutes of my life i'll never get back.......i thought it was gonna be a witty anecdote, not a story about your best mate going a bit doolally and nearly killing you!!
I thought it was worth it. Great story. Definetly not ten minutes though.
YOU GOT BACK IN THE CAR!!! You didn't see where he put the knife! Most scary movies I watch the killer waits till your not expecting it! Breaking the scary movie rules man breaking the scary movie rules!
As my Inebriated buddy walks out of the Porto, he yells out, "Dude...I love this place...bonnaroo thinks about everything...they even put beer holders next to the toilet!"
Had to break it to him that that was the urnal. Good times good times!
I would be hard pressed not to beat the shit out of some dude who pissed on me and punched me twice... whoever that guy was you pissed on, kudos to him... patience is so hard to come by, these days.