Quoted By: >>66908202 >>66908280 >>66908538
>>66905059
>County fair. One of the only things to do in this shithole of a town. Love it. Nick offered to take me today, help rip me out of the job hunting funk. Not many places takes you when you limp like I do. Not anywhere I'd like to work, anyhow.
>"Earth to humie." I have a finger snapped in my face.
>"Huh?" I realize we've stopped, Nick's awful little rattly car no longer moving. We've arrived.
>"Oh shit, alright." I open the car door. Another quip from the baryonyx driver.
>"Look if you're gonna daydream do it on your own time. We've got places to be."
>"Yes ma'am. Right away commander." the banter kicks up.
>A quick snrk and we're off to the fair proper. How I've missed this. Weird freakshows abound, and not even in the act thsemselves, horrible heart-stopping food, racist bigots and a general musty funk. What a dream.
>We step in and immediately Nick checks the event board for the day.
>"Oh my god, Anon." she points. I spy what she's pointing at.
>"Pig wrasslin'"
>"Anon." her voice is serious.
>"Yes, Nick we can go see the pig wrasslin' " I put on a southern drawl
>"Oh this is gonna be GOOD!" I check the time. All day, sets every 30 minutes. I check my watch. Right on time, then.
>Nick takes the lead, weaving us through the crowd. We get to the place and find out what it actually meant. It's not some act of dudes slopping it with the hogs, it's a chance for fair goers to get down and dirty. There's a prize list. Number 1 a giant stuffed pig.
>Nick's head turns slowly. I know where this is going.
>"Nick no, we're not-"
>"You're not, then. puss. I'm getting me a stuffed pig." I watch helplessly as she marches to the guy.
>I sigh, good lord Nick. I follow after her.
>"G'day." the attendee speaks, he's wearing overalls and a faded baseball cap. Couldn't be more stereotypical white-trash if he tried.
>"I'm here to win a stuffed pig." Nick grins widely.
>The guy reaches up and taps the sign he's leaning on. (Two Person minimum). Fuck.
cont.
>County fair. One of the only things to do in this shithole of a town. Love it. Nick offered to take me today, help rip me out of the job hunting funk. Not many places takes you when you limp like I do. Not anywhere I'd like to work, anyhow.
>"Earth to humie." I have a finger snapped in my face.
>"Huh?" I realize we've stopped, Nick's awful little rattly car no longer moving. We've arrived.
>"Oh shit, alright." I open the car door. Another quip from the baryonyx driver.
>"Look if you're gonna daydream do it on your own time. We've got places to be."
>"Yes ma'am. Right away commander." the banter kicks up.
>A quick snrk and we're off to the fair proper. How I've missed this. Weird freakshows abound, and not even in the act thsemselves, horrible heart-stopping food, racist bigots and a general musty funk. What a dream.
>We step in and immediately Nick checks the event board for the day.
>"Oh my god, Anon." she points. I spy what she's pointing at.
>"Pig wrasslin'"
>"Anon." her voice is serious.
>"Yes, Nick we can go see the pig wrasslin' " I put on a southern drawl
>"Oh this is gonna be GOOD!" I check the time. All day, sets every 30 minutes. I check my watch. Right on time, then.
>Nick takes the lead, weaving us through the crowd. We get to the place and find out what it actually meant. It's not some act of dudes slopping it with the hogs, it's a chance for fair goers to get down and dirty. There's a prize list. Number 1 a giant stuffed pig.
>Nick's head turns slowly. I know where this is going.
>"Nick no, we're not-"
>"You're not, then. puss. I'm getting me a stuffed pig." I watch helplessly as she marches to the guy.
>I sigh, good lord Nick. I follow after her.
>"G'day." the attendee speaks, he's wearing overalls and a faded baseball cap. Couldn't be more stereotypical white-trash if he tried.
>"I'm here to win a stuffed pig." Nick grins widely.
>The guy reaches up and taps the sign he's leaning on. (Two Person minimum). Fuck.
cont.