It’s just one of those things you never contemplate. You’ve been to a concert, hyped by your mates all day then things get a little wack.
My mate Mitch was spotted like this during his
Splendour Bender this year:
And my faves from uni managed to score matching Southern Cross tats during Village which wouldn’t scrub off for a long while (I cannot confirm nor deny also parading around with a matching tat that day).
Then how about those kids that never want the festival to end?
All I know is, this is me after one massive day
*No dinosaurs were harmed in the making of this blog
*No dinosaurs were harmed in the making of this blog
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