If you haven’t noticed by my blog posts these past couple days, people piss me off. Especially douchebags. Well during the long wait before Lil’ Weezy finally arrived on stage — any guesses as to what held him up?

It was a perfect storm for douchebaggery as a crowd more suited for an Abercrombie ad waited for Weezy.

Not that I didn’t fit in with my cargo shorts and Birkenstocks, but my hair didn’t have sick flow as I chilled my bros, if you know what I’m saying.

Anyways, my favorite part of watching these shirtless dudes interact with one another was when one shirtless, tattooed douchebag jumped on the shoulders of another shirtless, tattooed douchebag and started screaming at the top of his lungs and gesturing towards the crowd.

Are you kidding me? Do you not realize that tens of thousands of people are watching you climb on top of your sweaty buddy and make an ass out of yourself? See, this is the reason why I think you need to be at least 35 years old to vote. All right, I feel better now that I’ve vented. I’m off to catch Moby spinning in the dance tent.

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