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Originally posted by notcasesensitive
It is beginning to sound like what happens at ACL no longer stays at ACL. Hope you guys had fun. Maybe I'll make it back next year. A girl can dream...
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We are counting on you for next year.
I learned at ACL that if my boyfriend had a superpower, it would be the ability to discern a naked nipple from 100 yards. I am dating Nipple Man!
I also did not sing with the Gospel Band.
I would probably fail a drug test at the moment, and I smoked nothing.
Mud is slippery. 65 degrees is cold for swimming. Spinning hippie chicks are ubiquitous. When the man in the big, red suit gets down on one knee in front of you and sings that Jesus died for you too, you should give him a witness. Willie Nelson was my favorite act of the show, followed by the rasta, hip hop, jew-guy. Finding a giant rasta-dredded chihuaua in a crowd is harder than it sounds. My feet hurt. My neck hurts. Everything in my suitcase is wet.
I had an amazing time. Thus ends my ACL report.
