Some Combined Sentences about Sasquatch 2007

Sasquatch was glorious. To those who felt the need to be unreasonably cheap and ignore life by skipping the line-up at Sasquatch, let me already announce that you missed out on something truly orgasmic in the genitalia and electrifying both in the right and left areoles. I guess all I am saying is that I had that much fun at the Gorge this weekend. Next time, do not let money blind you, for those who didn't go. Drop cash on worthy things, because remember, living life will always be greater than what you and your momma will ever make in life combined. So you might as well choose the greater things, which in this obvious case was Sasquatch. But, since I am cool and have extraordinary skills at exposing my stuff, I will share some graphics from Sasquatch for all ya'll to drool all over on (just not at this moment). It will not match to the actual experience, but it will give you a concrete reason why you should pity yourself for being a lamer and missing out on such event.


Anyway, the graphics will mainly consist of pictures that will, of course, have sweet photoshopping effect, for the reason that I am competent to generate cool substances and fucking tight like that. The pictures will arouse anyone and all at the same time make them wish they had a sugar momma that literally shoved a free ticket up in their crotch, because they will experience nirvana after viewing my shit and thereafter envy me for being on top of the pedestal all the time. The pictures are going to be that great and I am that overly confident about my skill at tweaking images. Left-hander folks, such as myself, on a serious plane and in actuality, are that intelligent when it comes to playing with creativity.



Umm, what else can say? I guess I can also add at the fact that the weather that weekend, to refer to the exact wording of my vagina that sulked in bliss during band-rock-and-rolling-time, was perfect. Period. It was the best weather ever. If you didn't know, last year it hailed and the year before was unbearably hot; so hot, in fact, that my noise hair was sweating, too. No joke.



One last thing, I dug Manu Chao the most, after Citizen Cope, Arcade Fire, Spoon, and Bjork. And being half clothed and rubbed in the ass by the cootch of the woman who was behind me the entire time in the pit only topped the experience for me.