Hitting festival after festival like hoes crushing weddings.
Almost gave way to multiple mishaps, the weather condition and mutual constipation. But still made it, with the usual expression of disgust on Deveci's face and the stomache Icelliler kept faking throughout the ride.
As for the gigs themselves, we completely disregarded the opening bands, so we have no feedback for you hipsters. Caravan Palace had us swing in the optimum spatial conditions, got a bitter taste of the ongoing Eurovision with Oi Va Voi -checked on Google, and by the time Parov had taken the stage, all my nightouters had invaded the remaining area with their pungent body odor.
No matter how amazing a show might be, the ultimate win of the day remains the purchase of four drinks for the price of a discounted beer. Yes, she did.
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