That's some pretty intense shit man. I've kinda had a similar experience, regarding multiple Floyd, in as much as myself and a certain terrifically titted tarot reading young blonde lady shagging all night (and in many fantastic and glorious ways) to DSOTM and WYWH on either side of a D90, with a lot of grass, a bottle of poppers, and f***ing lust in our veins. Specifics about which songs were actually happening at key points in the night escape me, but, as it was a one off(and my ex was asleep in the kitchen downstairs
), that would have to qualify as a magical Floyd moment for me (actually, it was quite a few).
Which one's pink?
You'll need to ask her.
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