That’s right folks, break out the elastic band sweat pants cause it’s time for the Minnesota state fair. The glorious time of year where folks from all the neighboring states come to marvel at what a real state is like. Also the time of year where the lazy bastards that already live here come to stuff their fat fucking bulbous faces with cheese encrusted grease and artery clogging corn dogs. What do you have there young lad? A pickle you say, well nothing would make that somewhat nutritious food item better than dipping it in bubbling hot batter and shoving a stick up it. I love the state fair, I really do, where else can you walk down the street and constantly have to worry about stepping in a steaming pile of horse shit (excluding Iowa, because nobody cares about them anyway).
As if that weren’t enough you can go to the live evening news cast, and meet your favorite news anchors, all while operating your mouth like a vacuum cleaner over that half gallon bucket of chocolate chip cookies that you just bought. Lets go request a song at our favorite radio station so they can neglect it and secretly laugh at your horrendous taste in music. In short, it’s the wonderful dog days of summer where all of us Minnesotans come together to celebrate the transition into fall, and grow morbidly obese as to insulate ourselves for the upcoming cold weather (I figure it deserves some justification). So to all of you going to the fair, have fun, and enjoy!
- Mitch West
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