V-Fest? More like SAS-Fest, BITCHES!!!!
ALL ME, ALL ME, ALL ME, ALL ME. IN A BIT IMMA FUCKIN' GET MY (METAPHORICAL) CRUNK ON, GET ALL SORTS HEAVY-RETARDED, POCKET MY WINSTON CHURCHILL ACTION FIGURE AND PUT MY P IN THE V (OF V-FEST) AND B MY L ON THE Ts OF ALL THINGS KINGS OF LEON/BLUR/DOOSHLANDIC[K]. THEN I'LL P M W I T C O A F T F O T A AS AN ENCORE (*SHUDDERS*). THIS AIN'T NO FUCKING SIGUR ROS CONCERT, KIDS. IT IS EVERY BIT SEEK, DRYHUMP, CONQUER & ANNIHILATE. GODSPEED COMRADES. GODSPEED.
(It should also be observed that I ran out of sugar earlier this morning. So as a substitute, I put cupcake sprinkles into my tea. The genius switch remains forever in the on position.)