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West Town CarnieMall

After taking our friend Jim Bob shopping, the missuz and I headed over with him to the carnival in the mall parking lot. It was klassy as hell, yo. These two could barely control their eagerness to get on a ride called the "Surge," which can only be characterized as a tilt-a-whirl on meth. Look at how happy these two idiots are, though:



What was really disturbing, though, was the 10 minutes or so the attendants had to spend...ahem...adjusting the leg braces for the ride:



I don't think they were super-pumped that I was taking a picture. There was a lot of them swearing at each other and a great deal of flinging half-smoked cigarettes to the pavement in frustration. Yeah...it was totally sweet.
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