It’s Coachella o’clock! Which means, of course, that a bunch of nervous, entitled white children in macrame shirts are pooping in buckets in a desert somewhere (if one of their poops casts a shadow, then it means six more weeks of war bonnets!). And also Moby is there! It’s weird!
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