Buttsex Avocado wrote:Can we get a postal address, please?
FILL OUT THIS FORM!!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?!!!
Gather around, kids. It's story time.
In 2005, our camp of mostly-virgins was having a pre-burn party, and these friends-of-friends crashed it. A non-burner ran out back, pulls me aside, very concerned, and says, "Listen... a bunch of people nobody knows just showed up with frozen lobsters and they're boiling them in your kitchen!" I heard voices, conversation, something about Buttsex and a spice rack...
In 2010 a fellow pilot flew a charter to BRC and showed up in his company work clothes. Just then, my darling wife comes out more or less naked, when our bar was slammed, to announce to all that she was heading over to the BRCPO to see if she could find Buttsex.
Coworker, who'd only been on the playa for about an hour and was about to fly back out, asks me "so...uh...what's BRCPO?"
Well, Dan. It's an acronym for Black Rock City Preferred Orifice. You should have seen what they did in our kitchen...