I sit here writing this on Saturday morning, the coldest I’ve ever been at Sausagefest. From heat wave to chill. Uncle Meat slept in the car. No tent for him. Too cold.
7:30 am. As the sun moves into position, it’s starting to warm.
We had a great first night, though I had some lower body pain and had to lie down. I spent two hours in the tent listening to the Countdown.
Tool. Priest. Willie. Rush. Sheavy. ‘Tallica. Beasties. Five Alarm Funk. Much more. Amazing tunes last night.
There was one hiccup. My brand new tent broke immediately out of the box. Not impressed. Gorilla tape to the rescue. My tent looks like the stunted stepchild of everybody else’s tent.
I slept well, and I will do better tonight. Let’s do it!
That sleeping position in the car looks painful.
That Spinal Tap shirt looks AWESOME.
I have a line on an Aerosmith concert shirt from the 70’s. It looks to small for me though. :(
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^…too small…
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Looks like a bunch of old farts and a milf, reliving their youth by camping, being drunk gluttons and pumping the tunes. I am totally jealous.
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Hahahaha.
Looks like a typical Saturday night at the Brantford Legion
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I wish everybody could come. It’s an amazing time.
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Uncle Meat is the Best dresser!
He fuckin rocks that smoke!
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hahaha.
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Fucking Rocking that smoke like a BOSS!!
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That’s a guy I’m proud to call my friend.
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He is the fucking champ.
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Agreed!
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