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Corporal Punishment is a Hardcore, Folk, Soul band from Oakville, ON
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The adventure continues.
POSTED BY Corporal Punishment on Sep 19/08 | 2186 VIEWS
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This is what happens when you build a golf course next to a stoner university. It gets sacked. Then we make our great escape. Then we gather more friends and return to the scene of the crime. Steal a golf cart, push it to speed and get it running. Drive it around for a while. And tip it over. Then celebrate. Pimp with no hoes. Looking for hoes.
Then the succubus got him.
He stayed at home with his miss' While we had a Jamaican hotbox. What a Fog. The Craiger is Rock and Roll. Introducing the Succubus.
On the left.
This was a great day, night, and day. Full of introspection. but also the last time I really hung out with the guy second from the right. The succubus took him away from our community. Neutered him. Turned him into a straight suit. Condemned. Boring. Beware the Succubus. She will end your life of great moments like these. And the classic tent box.
Seen here now, she was plotting her device.
The tent box was not her way. I like rocks.
Especially when I'm on shrooms. Night falls on the camp. Philosophy. And Beer. We sat on the beach for a long time, under the glow of the moon. Seemed like a good time to get stoned. How cute. This trip rocked. We made art. We were in the company of a man who is art. Still perhaps the most interesting man I have ever met. Still going strong the next morning. We went for a hike.
On top of the world. Chilled in the long grass. And spent some time looking out on lake Superior. An awesome day. We met a random hiker who took these. And rocked the rocks. This was our adventure. Hungover and climbing a mountain. As green and wonderful as this looks, on our way home, it began to snow, and so began the long cold winter of Northern Ontario. These two had more energy than we did and made it to the bottom before we were anywhere close. They called to us from the long grass. The end of our adventure. Was the beginning of a new one. Rockin people. Yeah, joints, beer and mushrooms man. Hot boxes rule. And so does this guy. The magical fairy man. It's not a Hollywood plot device.
People shoes get thrown over electric wires.
We work together to get them down. But we're not trained cheerleaders. We're trashed and rockin out. Pylon head. The girls at the top of the pictures are interesting to talk to. But the girls below are both more interesting, and extremely hot. Just hand em a knife. I smoked a lot of pot that night. Our common room turned into this. The last hours of soberness before a night of smashed fun.