Take it from Snee: Bonaroo Book Report

This past weekend, I went deep undercover to investigate the unwashed underbelly of the patchoulingest music festival this side of Burning Man: Bonaroo.

So as not to arouse suspicion, I traveled in an assembled “hippie herd,” including a wife and another married couple. I disguised myself in a head bandanna and body odor.

What I uncovered shocked, entertained and disgusted me, often all at the same time. I witnessed both the glorious and ugliest sides of humanity. At times, I almost lost myself in the role, but after severe deprogramming with copious amounts of red meat, I return to bring you this report. Continue reading Take it from Snee: Bonaroo Book Report

Passen Sie heraus für die Dornenbüsche auf

Something tells me that, much like nude beaches, the people who will be hiking nude will be the last people on earth you’d like to see hiking nude.

Except now they’re German and obviously Nazis. Because if we didn’t stereotype, then someone else would.

“You know who else liked to be nude? Hitler!”