365/180
Tim invited Belle and me to a carnival and of course I said yes. Photo ops you know.
I could just smell the fried dough and visualize the cotton candy and shelling out a pocket full of money that should be reserved for the dental bill to follow.
Well, fortunately for us, we didn’t last long enough to incur a dental bill.
We enjoyed about five rides and a few shots…..
er…uh….snap shots, not liquor.
And then there was pee.
In the pants.
No. Not my pants, just in case you might have been thinking one of these weanie rides did me in.
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Too bad she didn’t tell one of use she had to go. Tim is like MacGyver. Who else would travel with this in the back of the car? Pretty nifty huh?
Yes, we’re rednecks, just in case you had any doubt.
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