We're Goin' To The Fair...
There is nothing like a county fair. Just nothing.
You will never happen upon this eclectic mix of people, this eclectic mix of foods, the stomach churning rides mixed with farm animals and strange side shows. Are you a city slicker? Come on, honey, I'm taking you to the fair!
Climb on up in the bleachers with me to check out the Monster Trucks...now scream! You're doing fine. Let's stay here to watch the roll over contest. Cars will ride with two wheels up a ramp and we will collectively count how many times they roll over. For real.
Did you just eat corn dogs, pizza, gyros, french fries and ice cream? Great, let's get on the tilt-o-whirl until we chuck!
Beg daddy for $5 so you can win a goldfish (mom and dad stand behind you and pray for you to miss.)
Oops, crazy lady with the tiger painted face smoking a cigarette. Don't stare, just move quickly away. After she's done spanking her kids in public she will move on to you if you make eye contact.
The carnies love you and all the other folks on this swing ride. To reward you they let you ride extra long...really long...20 minutes long...enough time for you to snap this picture of your kids:
And this picture. Are you okay, you don't look so good...
Cutest fair kids ever, say cheese!
Now, take one last look, grab some last minute fried dough, and let's get out of here:
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