My nephew's on this ride somewhere.
Don't prejudge the fine residents of the Commonwealth based on the merchandise sold at the Fair. They aren't all rednecks. Just a whole lot of them.
Me with a big-ass turkey leg. Fetch me a flagon of something cool and refreshing.
The night was capped off at the pig races.
Surprisingly, I didn't eat anything fried or on a stick (or fried on a stick). Even so, I think I'm good for another year.
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My chocolate-covered funnel cake was awesome. I may still go back next week for some fried mac-n-cheese and the demolition derby.
is that your blog shirt there, micah?
and your blog livestrong bracelet to match?
spydrz - Enjoy that. Don't forget your defibrillator.
jasdye - That is my Official Shirt now. Even though it wasn't a Big Johnson or Brew Thru shirt, I didn't feel one bit out of place at the Fair.
And, yes, I'm still keeping it real with the Livestrong.
Pig racing. Awesome.
Please say that's related to turtle racing.
odderie - Well, the first few heats were pretty damn fast. But the last one - with the Vietnamese potbelly pigs - was slooooooow.
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