T.Todd
The Naughty Train!!
[SEE LINK TO THE NAUGHTY VIDEO, BELOW!]
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. Where to begin with these fierce bitchez?! I think this neon "illumiNaughty" train pulled up alongside us shortly after Brady and Ray Ray had stepped out of the "Talk to God" phonebooth. Thank the lord they had just invoked God's telephonic mercies, 'cause the 2 uber-fierce Mad Max black leather-clad lesbians driving the Naughty Train were taking no prisoners on their un-phucking-believably fierce ride across the playa.
The neon train was pulling a dance cage caboose and the "Naughty Twins" (the 2 divinely fierce lesbians driving the train) were singing and shouting and banging and busting through a megaphone, commanding us to "Board the Naughty Train NOW!" and really, did we have any other choice? As we jumped into the slowly moving train (the naughty train moves, it grooves, get on, get off, but just know that it does *not* stop, kids!), the Naughty Twins bellowed thru the megaphone, sending their deliriously naughty shouts across the playa, "Fly! Be Free!" they giddily commanded, before demanding, "Are you all having a good time tonight? Let's do it! Come on!!" and then launching into into the driving beat and pulsating sonic storm of The Lords of Acid's classic naughty anthem, "Sit On My Face" The banging, bumpin, groovin, stanky white hot Naughty soul of the Playa, baby!
Not for the faint of heart ;o) That's how we do on the playa, indeed.
And when it was time to get off, the Naughty Train just kept on its naughty groove, rolling across the Playa, as we each tumbled off the moving train, dusted off, and tried to figure out just where in the hell we were and, more importantly, just where in the hell we'd left our bikes. It all wrrrrked out in the end.
Naughty Playa magic, baby . . .
CHECK OUT THE LIVE VIDEO OF THE NAUGHTY TRAIN HERE: picasaweb.google.com/whizzbangboom/BurningMan2007?authkey...
The Naughty Train!!
[SEE LINK TO THE NAUGHTY VIDEO, BELOW!]
HOLY MOTHER OF GOD. Where to begin with these fierce bitchez?! I think this neon "illumiNaughty" train pulled up alongside us shortly after Brady and Ray Ray had stepped out of the "Talk to God" phonebooth. Thank the lord they had just invoked God's telephonic mercies, 'cause the 2 uber-fierce Mad Max black leather-clad lesbians driving the Naughty Train were taking no prisoners on their un-phucking-believably fierce ride across the playa.
The neon train was pulling a dance cage caboose and the "Naughty Twins" (the 2 divinely fierce lesbians driving the train) were singing and shouting and banging and busting through a megaphone, commanding us to "Board the Naughty Train NOW!" and really, did we have any other choice? As we jumped into the slowly moving train (the naughty train moves, it grooves, get on, get off, but just know that it does *not* stop, kids!), the Naughty Twins bellowed thru the megaphone, sending their deliriously naughty shouts across the playa, "Fly! Be Free!" they giddily commanded, before demanding, "Are you all having a good time tonight? Let's do it! Come on!!" and then launching into into the driving beat and pulsating sonic storm of The Lords of Acid's classic naughty anthem, "Sit On My Face" The banging, bumpin, groovin, stanky white hot Naughty soul of the Playa, baby!
Not for the faint of heart ;o) That's how we do on the playa, indeed.
And when it was time to get off, the Naughty Train just kept on its naughty groove, rolling across the Playa, as we each tumbled off the moving train, dusted off, and tried to figure out just where in the hell we were and, more importantly, just where in the hell we'd left our bikes. It all wrrrrked out in the end.
Naughty Playa magic, baby . . .
CHECK OUT THE LIVE VIDEO OF THE NAUGHTY TRAIN HERE: picasaweb.google.com/whizzbangboom/BurningMan2007?authkey...