Burning Man is next week. Time to dust off the beater bike, patch up the paisley loincloth and rig that flamethrower on your car so that bursts of flame explode in time with some sort of electronica beat. Before you descend into the thumping neon dust storm that art built--What? What's that you say? You don't have the bazillion dollars it takes just to survive for a week on the playa? Yeah, me neither.
Well, so one time my friend went to Burning Man and she saw a drunk guy peeing on the door handles of random cars.