In a sunny afternoon, three PUDUC mission and destination known, basically a discreet arrival in a mini-Woodstock in grass ... two days of excitement and happiness.
THE LITTLE TENT IN THE PASTURE!
Northeast secure our camp, we set off on an adventure ...
Between rock, metal, and various noises of all kinds, three cranks strolled among the cacophonous sounds of the living dead and well ... lives
First Impressions, the world goes well so we're fine. One goal, enjoyed every moment to integrate the community through a rock proper dialect, the same one used at each meeting and festival impossible to reproduce the syntax of the drunken revelry ... that in perspective.
One regret, however, the group's return TRUST (trust) was a little disappointed about the expected potato (Bernie is transformed into a fisherman rapper)
can not be and have summer, so ...
For my part, the lack of a sound and a spluttering smell of gasoline in the morning I badly needed, that of motorcycles in karma as "male" of existence.
Roll on next year!
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