Camp CornHub is a collective of friends from all over the world who gather together in the desert every year to make bad decisions. Our campers come from over ten different countries and all over the United States, and each August they drag a shipping container, several miles of lights, a kitchen worth of cookware, and an improbable amount of corn onto a dry lakebed.

Not a single one of us takes ourselves very seriously. This is not a bug. It is the entire feature set. Show up with an earnest idea and at least two people will roll their eyes; show up with a truly stupid one and you will be handed a glue gun and a microphone and told to make it happen by Wednesday.

Come by daily for fresh corn on our cheeky casting couch.

The corn arrives by the crate. We shuck it on the couch — which is, for the record, a perfectly respectable piece of furniture that has withstood thirteen playa seasons, one minor fire, and the arrival of approximately 9,000 visitors who wanted to pose on it looking cheeky. It is cheeky. It's made of velvet. What did you expect.

We are not a sexual camp by any means. Please do not fuck on our couch. You know who you are.