I’m pretty sure they put something in state fair beer that makes you want to go out and buy a gun.
|This beer tastes like it was roofied by Smith and Wesson.|
|Dude this tat is gonna be so tight.|
|Hey gimme a hit of that to dull the pain.|
We made a last-minute decision to head to my home town and take Ellie to the state fair this year, mainly because it was the first time in fourteen years that I didn’t go to the St. Charles County fair and I needed my corn dog fix.
Because seriously, St. Charles County fair people, $20 bucks per person? To see a bunch of pregnant teenagers compete in a pageant and couple of pigs? Really? In the past we’ve piled all of our friends into the back of the mini van and made them crouch under the seats like a bunch of illegal immigrants crossing the border to avoid the $15 cover charge but this year we didn’t go on principle.
So please enjoy a few shots of our day at the state fair.
Ellie really enjoyed the super slide.
Because why not.
I got mind control over Deebo. He be like “shut the fuck up.” I be quiet. But when he leave, I be talking again.