In my humble opinion you don’t even try but just tell you friend to get his/her ass there and find out for themselves. Last year, prompted largely by the strolling dobro/tuba duo, we said simply “You don’t see that every day.” It sort of sums it up don’t you think?
All I know is you can’t explain anything after RumBalls, you see things that go bump in the night and you wake up in strange places or with strange women.
Wouldn’t miss it for the world! No more than one serving for Mark2010!
Great formal opening to the Fest! :cheers :cheers :cheers :cheers
Ruuuuum Baaaaalllllls! :thumbsup :thumbsup :thumbsup
Counting down the days! Fesssstivaallll!
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I hope my frind ignores Tom’s advice to stick with the Dixie cup like I did…she too can experience the joys of involuntary nudity and walking to the tarp line still coated in dried sticky rumball waste.
Now That would be a great virgin sacrifice. Just remember the trees and rocks all have names. Watch out for the railroad spike next to Maple Al’s. It will injure you.
Just one question, Ron. Has the Major ever fallen off the ladder after Rumballs while officially opening the Fest? :huh Find that DVD! Give us Jailhouse Boys some dinner conversation when we show up on his door step in a couple of weeks.
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If I remember correctly the MAYOR was interviewed while in a tree and had a 20 ounce solo cup in his hand… but I was not an eye witness. This supposed episode took place prior to my first fest.
well; from the sound of the ladder falling, tree climbing, naked running, rumball induced state … it sounds as though us UK Festivirgins would be MUCH safer landing after the Rumball celebrations.