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Post by wannaberoo'ing on Aug 13, 2013 12:53:55 GMT -5
We live across from a car repair shop. Normally, it's pretty quiet around here, minor nuisances from the shop, but for the past 3 days, apparently they have a car that has a broken horn because off and on all day, that horn is blaring or beeping or stuttering. I don't know whether I should laugh or scream cause it kinda reminds me of Little Miss Sunshine and the van. And, I love that movie.
We live across from a car repair shop. Normally, it's pretty quiet around here, minor nuisances from the shop, but for the past 3 days, apparently they have a car that has a broken horn because off and on all day, that horn is blaring or beeping or stuttering. I don't know whether I should laugh or scream cause it kinda reminds me of Little Miss Sunshine and the van. And, I love that movie.
Post by wannaberoo'ing on Aug 13, 2013 13:16:03 GMT -5
It's been incredibly annoying, but I find myself laughing more than anything. I guess they suck at repairing car horns since this has been a 3-day affair.
Ladies, if your boyfriend wants to sniff your azzhole as in literally put his nose in between your ass cheeks and right up against your anus as well as lick your rear, as well as wanting to sniff the back of your pants and shorts as well as underwear after a long day of wear, it doesn’t mean he’s a freak or a psychotic pervert. Don’t break up with him over it, either.]
so I just got done with the gropiest massage I have ever had... maybe the guy could just tell I need to get laid, but man. at first I was a little weirded out, to say the least- he definitely made contact with the periphery of places that are normally off-limits, and there was a weird thing where he put his fingers next to mine and moved them in and out, and I'm really not sure what was happening there. I was thisclose to cutting it short... but then he rubbed my ears and let's just say, that's one of my things (TMI?) so then it was alright.
basically, at the beginning I wasn't sure whose kinks were being worked out, but now I think I can safely say both of ours.
so I just got done with the gropiest massage I have ever had... maybe the guy could just tell I need to get laid, but man. at first I was a little weirded out, to say the least- he definitely made contact with the periphery of places that are normally off-limits, and there was a weird thing where he put his fingers next to mine and moved them in and out, and I'm really not sure what was happening there. I was thisclose to cutting it short... but then he rubbed my ears and let's just say, that's one of my things (TMI?) so then it was alright.
basically, at the beginning I wasn't sure whose kinks were being worked out, but now I think I can safely say both of ours.
so I just got done with the gropiest massage I have ever had... maybe the guy could just tell I need to get laid, but man. at first I was a little weirded out, to say the least- he definitely made contact with the periphery of places that are normally off-limits, and there was a weird thing where he put his fingers next to mine and moved them in and out, and I'm really not sure what was happening there. I was thisclose to cutting it short... but then he rubbed my ears and let's just say, that's one of my things (TMI?) so then it was alright.
basically, at the beginning I wasn't sure whose kinks were being worked out, but now I think I can safely say both of ours.
Omg, I would give anything to have my ears rubbed! Lucky duck!!
so I just got done with the gropiest massage I have ever had... maybe the guy could just tell I need to get laid, but man. at first I was a little weirded out, to say the least- he definitely made contact with the periphery of places that are normally off-limits, and there was a weird thing where he put his fingers next to mine and moved them in and out, and I'm really not sure what was happening there. I was thisclose to cutting it short... but then he rubbed my ears and let's just say, that's one of my things (TMI?) so then it was alright.
basically, at the beginning I wasn't sure whose kinks were being worked out, but now I think I can safely say both of ours.
Wait a damn minute. So when you said you and G talked about furniture, that wasn't a euphemism?!!?!?! I am so disappointed in G now.
so I just got done with the gropiest massage I have ever had... maybe the guy could just tell I need to get laid, but man. at first I was a little weirded out, to say the least- he definitely made contact with the periphery of places that are normally off-limits, and there was a weird thing where he put his fingers next to mine and moved them in and out, and I'm really not sure what was happening there. I was thisclose to cutting it short... but then he rubbed my ears and let's just say, that's one of my things (TMI?) so then it was alright.
basically, at the beginning I wasn't sure whose kinks were being worked out, but now I think I can safely say both of ours.
So I had to take care of a couple of long-delayed errands in the city today, one of which was to sign up for a tax file number. Pretty tedious and uneventful chore, right? Well, except for this gem of a conversation:
Tax Office Lady: Mr. Firedrill, under 'date first immigrated', you have only put July 1993. Do you not remember the exact date? Me (blinking incredulously): ummm... that was 20 years ago. Tax Office Lady: So... no? Me: I was six! Tax Office Lady (sighing): I'll just put the 10th.
I swear, if there's one common trait that truly transcends any and all cultural differences, it's gotta be the idiocy of bureaucracy.
Sounds more to me like just another example of the failure of our fair country's system of immigration. THANKS OBAMA.
When I get my credit score, it lists a collection bill for $268 in 2012, but lists it only as "collection" and not with any reference to the company or how to settle it. I'd really like to just pay this collection, but I have no idea who has it out against me, and I haven't received any calls or mailing about it. How do I go about finding out this information? I've googled it to no avail.
Someone in my aerobics class was wearing a black hefty garbage bag under her work out clothes.
W.T.F?
Wrestlers and other competitors who need to "make weight" have often used this technique to lose weight very quickly. Basically, you just sweat a ton, and then you lose like 5 extra pounds of water weight. What most people don't realize, is that this is extremely temporary, and in no way helps you lose any actual weight.
Someone in my aerobics class was wearing a black hefty garbage bag under her work out clothes.
W.T.F?
It's for weight loss, specifically water weight. My sophomore year of wrestling I had to cut 8-10 pounds each week and I used this technique. I got quite a few odd looks sitting in the YMCA sauna wearing sweats over my rubber suit.
It's incredibly effective, but dumb. Not as dumb as abusing laxatives or bulimia, but it wiped me out to the point that my record that year was terrible.
Well if she wants to lose weight, she might want to consider actually moving in the fucking class. A garbage bag is not going to help when your too lazy to dance around.
She did not want the fan on, so we told her to take her garbage clad body over to the far corner.