r/KGATLWcirclejerk

After all the complaints about unfair treatment from the bar tenders charging full price for cocktails and not giving away free drugs, I wanted to get your ideas of where Gizz should do FOV next year. I see Mars on TV and people seem happy there.

I was saving my coke to OD on early day 3. The plan was to trick them into playing an actual good song like Knockin' On Heaven's Door by the best band ever GnR; my wife was gonna tell the band it was my fav song and they have to play it for my silver cord to be cut or whatever hippie commie shit they would believe.

Worse yet, since the fuckin HOGS took my drugs I was sober on my drive back home and I was able to avoid hitting a pedestrian in the road.

1 for 2 on these FOVs, hopefully thats the last one.

Now how do I take this wristband off?

He got busted doing the ketamine and it ruined his time. Please donate so he can go to shakedown at forest hills to do more ketamine

Edit- he never planned or wanted to go see the music

There should be no reason I hear a crying baby next to the sound booth at 11 o’clock at night at a festival? What is wrong with people???

Yo slime you left your kid here.

We met at the porta pottys by the pond and I liked your socks so I asked for your number. We exchanged numbers, but now I just remembered I have a wife and kids at home. Can you please lose my number?

Gonna be a tough one to beat, especially with all the sit-ins that came on stage

Big shout out to the sheriffs at FOV keeping everyone safe from wildfires. Some people claimed it was just a cash grab and pointed to the fact that gas grills were permitted and the general store sold lighters. But, we all know that the most likely place a wildfire will start is from a roach on the ground in a crowd of 10,000 people, not a gass grill precariously balanced on an Igloo cooler, operated by a drunk guy at 2am.

We met at Field of Vision, talked for a while, and I thought you were incredibly cute.

Unfortunately, somewhere between the lasers, the mountains, whatever was happening to the sky, and my brain becoming convinced that Stu was personally conducting the rotation of the Earth, I completely forgot that humans have developed a very useful phrase called:

“Hey, can I get your number?”

Instead, I smiled, said goodbye, wandered off into the psychedelic wilderness, and approximately six hours later had the profound realization that I am an idiot.

So now, after achieving temporary communion with the universe but apparently not basic social competence, I am posting a missed connection on Reddit.

If you remember the socially awkward wook whose pupils were receiving transmissions from another dimension but who otherwise seemed nice, shoot me a message.

Apparently I can stare directly into the infinite cosmic machinery of existence, but asking an attractive woman out face-to-face remains a bridge too far.

Seriously guys, there's toilets everywhere. Please don't shit your pants in the crowd, go use a toilet like the rest of us. Unbelievable I even have to write this.