Sometimes, a small gathering of bros will go out for some Bro Time. You know: pound a couple brews with the bros, pick up some chicks with the bros, bro out, and, ultimately, bro down.
The charm of music festivals is that they draw in a ridiculously diverse crowd of people who are all way too high to judge each other, and the magical feeling of acceptance and joy is borderline intoxicating. But don’t let all the hippie-drippy love and sunshine blind you to the fact that you are, at your core, a hater. We’re here to judge other people, not “have fun,” so stay away from the following people:
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