Woodstock 2!!!!

aw dang! you spoiled my weapon!!!
well, i have the full version. >

oh wow o.o

Bahahaha! Ok, I can see how that'd get annoying.

well, i told you it wasn't dirty. XD

but now i have to look for new stuff. XP

Shall we start? And are we going from where we left off or starting over completely?

where DID we leave off?

Hmmm I think we should start over mostly. Except the little kids, Annabelle or whatever? Because that was the only concrete plotline.

I agree. So everyone but the kids start over?

Okay, let's do it!

okay!!!!

Greta: As soon as I stepped out of the car, I picked up my ukulele and began strumming, flitting to different groups of people and playing for them. I made up words as I went along, sometimes about the people I was singing to. They didn't look to happy, so I told them "wait for those purple socks to rain down from that rainbow."

And this was before I was even high. Magical.

gah, Rose is gone

She gave us permission to start, though.

Anjelica: "I'm sorry, darlin'," I drawl as I stick my face in front of the fan. "I don't do 'IOU's' and I've got all the shells you need. You can't pay for that record some other way?" The blonde's eyes widen with disappointment, but she sets down the Bob Dylan record to dig through her pockets, trying to get every last cent.

Eric: "Jackson!" I call. It's like one of clock, up I'm just now wakin up. If the Sergeant could see me now..."Jack!" I call again. But whe I start walking through the trailer, all I see are his clothes from yesterday and a crayon note. "Riding my bike. Don't kill yourself."

Wait, so the kids are at Woodstock, right? Then where is Jacob?

Either at the record store or Woodstock maybe?

KK. Gah, sorry guys, dinner time

im BA-ACK!!!!!

Rose: I slid out of my purple volkswagen beetle and grabbed my guitar from the paasenger side. I saw a girl with a ukelele and ran up to her, then started strumming my guitar along with her with a pot stick hanging from my mouth.

I'm pretty sure pot doesn't come in sticks.

Greta: Someone joined in, and I swayed to the melody we created, then continued to flit around the festival.

Candance: Five dollars a record? This chick has to be rippin' me off. Although I'm the last person she ought to be runnin' her little scam on; I'm lucky I had enough money to bus it here. Eventually, I shove a dollar and a shot load f change into her outstretched hand. She looks at it, blinks, and then hands it back go me. "Now what in God's name made you think I was countin' all that? I'm not a banker, darlin'." I roll my eyes and get to counting.

Eric: "Don't kill yourself?" What the hell's that supposed to mean? /I'm/ the adult here. I shove the note in my pocket and head outside where, sure enough, Jackson's bike is missing. Which means I can finally go hunting in peace. I grab my gun and start heading towards the fields.

Rose: The girl left, and i changed the song to a Beatles tune. "Much better."
I muttered.

Pot stick= cigarette. made of pot.

I know, but I don't think that exists.

don't they make cigarettes out of pot? aren't cigarrettes sticks?

no, cigarettes are not made out of pot.

then how do they smoke it? do they set the leaf on fire?