Lake swim
Get wet with people who have seen your meeting face. Keep it sober, keep it weird, don't make us identify your shorts.
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A sober overnight campout for adults who want lake water, barn air, BBQ, and the honest terror of sleeping outside on purpose.
Tap for the official horrible pig song. No autoplay. We have morals. A few.
What's happening
We swim, we eat, we sleep in a barn, and at some point somebody says something meaningful by accident and everyone pretends not to be moved.
Next year is gonna be well-planned. This year fuck it. I know I can, but can you? - your host
Get wet with people who have seen your meeting face. Keep it sober, keep it weird, don't make us identify your shorts.
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Eat hot meat in a field like a person with no browser history. Nap shamefully after.
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Sleep near livestock smells and call it spiritual growth because therapy costs money.
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One day at a time, because any more than that and the committee in your head starts taking minutes.
Sober dark humour department
Translation for the lawyers, sponsors, and people with healthy nervous systems: swim sober, buddy up, and do not become a teachable moment with wet shoes.
This is a sober event. BYOB means Bring Your Own Bedding. Nobody needs to meet the version of you that thinks tequila is a personality.
Don't get drowned. No saving! Fine, buddy system, because apparently we can't just let natural selection run an event.
If you hear pig nursery music, you clicked the button. That is between you, God if applicable, and whatever remains of your dignity.
Campfire wisdom is welcome. Campfire TED Talks will be stopped by a tired person poking you with a marshmallow.
Bring a fleshlight. Your phone light at 2 a.m. makes you look like a divorced lighthouse.
Arrives too loud, then acts like the lake is lucky to have him.
Meat in both hands. A nap in his future. A doctor in his past.
Bandages, sunscreen, and the face of someone who has seen your choices.
Dungeon master of recovery and emotional support menace.
Volume, glamour, and no interest in your tiny folding chair.
Floats beautifully, which is rude because some of us had childhoods.
FarmPig Film Festival
These are 10-second films, because we respect your time and have no faith in anyone's attention span around BBQ.
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Ten seconds of cinema, consequences, and the kind of emotional arc that makes a barn feel under-qualified.
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A mystery. A tragedy. A question nobody wanted answered but everybody immediately had theories about.
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A lifestyle piece for anyone who has ever said, 'Honestly, this is fine,' while standing inside a metaphor.
Recovery corner
Recovery is serious. This website is not. That is called range, and frankly it is exhausting.
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Said with love, by the leather pig, who has boundaries and one dramatic accessory too many.