Yeah, yeah, I know, I owe you people some content. HERE YOU GO: So as you drive through Bob Hope’s Lost American Golftopia, aka, The Palm Springs™, you discover what may be the best outdoor sign to grace this blog... and Coachella. Why burden your loved ones after you’re gone? PRE-PAY THAT SHIT! Anyway, it was a fun hot mess: 97° > copy & paste x three days, kids. A little more photage action after the jump...
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| A ton of these. |
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| ...and these. More than a few dedicated fans. |
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| Some Tim Burton/David Lynchian night action. |
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| Lots of hanging out. |
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| Sadly, where things fell apart for Bing. |
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| Don’t laugh, it’s actually a BMW. |
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| Heineken’s DJ AC tent was noice. |
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| Typical view if you got there late. |
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| It’s all about the flames. |
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| The fact book says Aussies rep at Coachella. |
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| Speaking of hot, the flatbread pizza oven? FAB! |
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