So the 'ole big brother decided to send me to charm school...which is code for "leadership development". In my world, that just means hell. This will be the blog of the experience as it develops including a little pre-information to gitcha' on my wave length.
Preparing to enter the thorny gates of hell
In order to enter this frigid place, one must take 3 personality tests, have the big computer crunch that information along with the survey results that 15 of my closest colleagues, completed purely on their one-sided impression of me. Like I care. I is what I is. Somehow, over the course of several weeks, the computer will magically come up with some great answer to my personality ....like I don't know after living with me, myself and I for 38 years. Me and I sometimes have issues with each other, but Myself and I seem to get along great and when the three of us are together we have a party. So, I'm not quite sure why the three of us must attend this training. Oh well. Hell is expecting me early so stay tuned......
Having Been through Hell and Survived
My intention was to blog the entire charming experience. However, my captors had me tied, bound and hidden away from society torturing me with meditation and hallucinations until I promised not to tell all of the top secret activities, aka torture techniques. Apparently the boss man mislabeled the week to me. Instead of being leadership training it was self-awareness un-development and getting broken and beaten down until my bare ugly skeltons were exposed...bones shaking, teeth rattling and an incessant need to cry and curl up in a fetal position. This was Monday and Tuesday.
On Tuesday they sent us to our rooms to do our homework, eat dinner together, take a bath with our rubber duckies and go to bed. Wednesday begins the build up and programming to be a self-aware person and to act "purposefully". So I am now "purposefully" telling you that my "purpose" of writing this is to tell you that if you are prepared for hell you may actually end up getting a slice of an adapted and nervous nirvana, complete with strange out-of-body hallucination and all. Pretty cool stuff.
Break on Through to the Other Side
Thursday is the deciphering phase of understanding what it means to be a ENTP and on the fence between an "I" and "E" and why that's a good thing. Finally I know why I prefer the word "ambiguous" over "vague" and have learned that, when used improperly, I have a potentially lethal combination of high exhibition, low harmavoidance and high impulsivity. Ahhhhh, the powers we possess. That splashed with a high dose of playfulness and autonomy, I'll be damned if I didn't think that the end result was to trash my current profession and be a self-employed stripper. Unfortunately they leave you hanging on all of that.
I have seen 4 executive men cry, a woman full of attitude, confidence and strength broken down in to a crying machine (boy, when that levy broke, it was Katrina all over again), viewed the inner tickings of the inside of my soul and have met and partied with my worst demons.
Now that we are friends, I believe that my demons and I will co-habitate in a common understanding and under a common purpose. The Debra-party is no longer me, myself and I but also proud to add "fear, anger, disappointment, strength, responsibility and independence" to the collection splashed with a little "don't be ridiculous". Please no gifts, but if you insist I am registered at Home Depot.
Created: December 8, 2006
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Getting Freaky
freak - [freek] - noun Slang.
..>
a.
a person who has withdrawn from normal, rational behavior and activities to pursue one interest or obsession: a drug freak. ..>
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b.
a devoted fan or follower; enthusiast: a baseball freak. ..>
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c.
a hippie..>
It occured to me one day that I really don't know what a freak is anymore. Nowadays it seems that everyone is a freak and proud of it. That's a long way from the 60's when a freak was something to watch out for and shoot on first sight. "Damn hippie freaks!"
Because I am somewhat confused at today's definition of a freak, I thought I'd take it for a test spin at a party. What better place to define today's freak than with a bunch of drunks. The way I see it, it's pretty important to know that if someone calls me a freak, I should know how to properly react: compliment? blush and say "Gee thanks. I've really worked hard at my freakiness" or insult? "you muthahscratcher, get your freaky fingers outa my freaky face or I'll freaky-deaky on your sorry freak face"
The consensus is that there are 3 main categories of freaks: public with their freakiness, private freaky and in the closet wanna-be's who are scared to live up to their freaky tendencies. Generally the freak was stereotyped (sorry if I insult any of you freaks out there) as an eccentric, extreme weirdo who is so completely out there and non-conforming that it borders on psychotic. The public freaks are generally proud of it and can be anything from geniuses (music, religion, science....Marilyn Manson or Albert Einstein anyone?) to rednecks to sports addicts to gear heads. These are the guys who step up to the plate and scream, "yeah baby, I'm a freak, what about you? wanna get freaky?"
The private freaks are the most interesting to explore. I always thought it was the quiet ones that are the most dangerous, or in this case, freaky. But my mind was quickly convinced otherwise. After a couple mojitos, that were freaky in their own right with just enough simple sugar to make your toes curl and voice soprano, our group decided, in our wisdom of the found moment, that the private freaks were a bit of a waste since they weren't particularly productive with their freakiness. What the good is being a freak if you don't do anything with it?
In-the-closet freaks are the most difficult to detect. Because they are scared of their secret freaky powers, many times these folks are left untapped except by the brave. Be prepared to have the freakiness spring on you at any given point in time, coming out of absolutely nowhere. My gut is that when that levvy breaks, holy shit, run for the hills.
Unanswered questions: Is there such a thing as a "good freak?" Just because a person is extreme by nature, is that person a freak? What if someone says "are you a freak?" What do they mean by that? And how do you answer that question honestly?
So we never got to the end of the question of establishing today's freak as a baseline. But I am convinced that was only round one to get the old wheels turning. The next party will expose the true freak of today. How exciting.
Created: Febraury 26, 2007
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a.
a person who has withdrawn from normal, rational behavior and activities to pursue one interest or obsession: a drug freak. ..>
..>
b.
a devoted fan or follower; enthusiast: a baseball freak. ..>
..>
c.
a hippie..>
It occured to me one day that I really don't know what a freak is anymore. Nowadays it seems that everyone is a freak and proud of it. That's a long way from the 60's when a freak was something to watch out for and shoot on first sight. "Damn hippie freaks!"
Because I am somewhat confused at today's definition of a freak, I thought I'd take it for a test spin at a party. What better place to define today's freak than with a bunch of drunks. The way I see it, it's pretty important to know that if someone calls me a freak, I should know how to properly react: compliment? blush and say "Gee thanks. I've really worked hard at my freakiness" or insult? "you muthahscratcher, get your freaky fingers outa my freaky face or I'll freaky-deaky on your sorry freak face"
The consensus is that there are 3 main categories of freaks: public with their freakiness, private freaky and in the closet wanna-be's who are scared to live up to their freaky tendencies. Generally the freak was stereotyped (sorry if I insult any of you freaks out there) as an eccentric, extreme weirdo who is so completely out there and non-conforming that it borders on psychotic. The public freaks are generally proud of it and can be anything from geniuses (music, religion, science....Marilyn Manson or Albert Einstein anyone?) to rednecks to sports addicts to gear heads. These are the guys who step up to the plate and scream, "yeah baby, I'm a freak, what about you? wanna get freaky?"
The private freaks are the most interesting to explore. I always thought it was the quiet ones that are the most dangerous, or in this case, freaky. But my mind was quickly convinced otherwise. After a couple mojitos, that were freaky in their own right with just enough simple sugar to make your toes curl and voice soprano, our group decided, in our wisdom of the found moment, that the private freaks were a bit of a waste since they weren't particularly productive with their freakiness. What the good is being a freak if you don't do anything with it?
In-the-closet freaks are the most difficult to detect. Because they are scared of their secret freaky powers, many times these folks are left untapped except by the brave. Be prepared to have the freakiness spring on you at any given point in time, coming out of absolutely nowhere. My gut is that when that levvy breaks, holy shit, run for the hills.
Unanswered questions: Is there such a thing as a "good freak?" Just because a person is extreme by nature, is that person a freak? What if someone says "are you a freak?" What do they mean by that? And how do you answer that question honestly?
So we never got to the end of the question of establishing today's freak as a baseline. But I am convinced that was only round one to get the old wheels turning. The next party will expose the true freak of today. How exciting.
Created: Febraury 26, 2007
Swinging Convention and Passion
'Tis the season for weddings. There are 3 separate girlfriends of mine who became engaged over the Christmas holidays. None of them are getting married for the first time, it's a second for 2 of the girls and a third for the third. So now all of the bachelorette planning comes into play.
One bride-to-be has correctly, in my humble opinion, declined all bachelorette festivities citing that she was married once before so it would be cheating to have another. The other I haven't really heard from and the 3rd bride-to-be, well, I'm in charge of celebrating the 3rd end of her bachelorette status.
The agenda is quite simple since the age range is from 23 to 50 years old. A raunchy night at Tony's Bourbon St. ought to make us all celebrate and entertain the thought of settling down a bit. In order to get the girls in the mood we have a nice young lady from Passion Parties to provide a nice sampling of the latest sex toys, gadgets, lotions, potions, tricks and tools. Apparently there are games involved and "demos" which ought to be quite interesting and worth the time and a vodka tonic or 3.
The most interesting thing about speaking with this young lady to firm up the arrangements was that she makes a living from selling this stuff. It just makes me wonder how many untapped customers are out there and how much money is there to be made? In our conversation she mentioned that this past weekend she was heading to Myrtle to attend the Swingers Convention where she'll have a booth. Business is undoubtedly awesome in that venue.
But it got me thinking....what the hell is a Swingers Convention? OK I get the idea of couples coming together to swing....but do you need a special convention for that? When I think of conventions I think of seminars, panels, shows, exhibits, etc. What would be the seminar titles? "How to recruit reluctant couples" "How to throw a great swinging party" "The difference between swingers and orgies".....and who are the expert speakers? So many questions left unanswered.....And what would the other booths exhibit? clothing for the experienced swinger? vacation destinations perhaps? maybe a match.com type of arrangement for swingers properly entitled swingers.com? Enquiring minds would like to know.
Now I am very, very, very curious. Must remember to ask the fine young lady from Passion Parties after she demos the proper use of anal beads. Now that I think of it, maybe I'll ask her before that particular demo.
Created: March 5, 2007
One bride-to-be has correctly, in my humble opinion, declined all bachelorette festivities citing that she was married once before so it would be cheating to have another. The other I haven't really heard from and the 3rd bride-to-be, well, I'm in charge of celebrating the 3rd end of her bachelorette status.
The agenda is quite simple since the age range is from 23 to 50 years old. A raunchy night at Tony's Bourbon St. ought to make us all celebrate and entertain the thought of settling down a bit. In order to get the girls in the mood we have a nice young lady from Passion Parties to provide a nice sampling of the latest sex toys, gadgets, lotions, potions, tricks and tools. Apparently there are games involved and "demos" which ought to be quite interesting and worth the time and a vodka tonic or 3.
The most interesting thing about speaking with this young lady to firm up the arrangements was that she makes a living from selling this stuff. It just makes me wonder how many untapped customers are out there and how much money is there to be made? In our conversation she mentioned that this past weekend she was heading to Myrtle to attend the Swingers Convention where she'll have a booth. Business is undoubtedly awesome in that venue.
But it got me thinking....what the hell is a Swingers Convention? OK I get the idea of couples coming together to swing....but do you need a special convention for that? When I think of conventions I think of seminars, panels, shows, exhibits, etc. What would be the seminar titles? "How to recruit reluctant couples" "How to throw a great swinging party" "The difference between swingers and orgies".....and who are the expert speakers? So many questions left unanswered.....And what would the other booths exhibit? clothing for the experienced swinger? vacation destinations perhaps? maybe a match.com type of arrangement for swingers properly entitled swingers.com? Enquiring minds would like to know.
Now I am very, very, very curious. Must remember to ask the fine young lady from Passion Parties after she demos the proper use of anal beads. Now that I think of it, maybe I'll ask her before that particular demo.
Created: March 5, 2007
Virginia Tech and Isolationism
"You had a hundred billion chances and ways to have avoided today," Cho said in one of the videos that aired Wednesday night on NBC. "But you decided to spill my blood. You forced me into a corner and gave me only one option. The decision was yours. Now you have blood on your hands that will never wash off." -Cho Seung-Hui, as reported on CNN.com 4/18/2007
The VA Tech massacres. This is only the latest human catastrophe to hammer our weary souls. Now campuses across the nation are floundering for answers to anxious parents and students pleading for protection against the unknown. Undoubtedly the answer will be to build more walls, more security, more eyes and cameras everywhere looking for the evil force out there about to strike us down. University and college costs will increase as the institution's capital budget increases to accomodate keeping bad things from happening to presumably good people. It is precisely this response that saddens me the most. We are our own worst enemies. The enemy comes from within.
Everyday look around you. Watch how people have isolated themselves with earphones closing off the world, cell phones numbing their surroundings, text messages, instant message chats, virtual relationships...the list goes on and on. More and more we are closing off the world around us and unaware of building on the human relationship only found in human contact. The walls created by these actions only create further isolation from each other. How can you tell from an IM message that your "friend" is hurting? For that matter how can you tell from a telephone conversation?
We are losing (have already lost?) the neighborly feeling of looking out for each other. Even the fiercest libertarian and independent can't deny that as much as we look after ourselves, much of that is looking after our friends, family, neighbors and loved ones. In doing so we are taking care of ourselves by taking care of our environment around us.
How many more people are out there like Cho Seung-Hui? Obviously he was a disturbed individual with mental health history and problems. How is it that all of this is known after the fact, and yet, when the few individuals who alerted others to strange behavior and patterns, only a numb ear was found. The warning signs were all over the place that this young man needed help. Mental health is one of the most serious conditions hurting our culture. Some of it is arguably self induced through isolating ourselves and not paying attention to those around us and those who are important to us. We take comfort in the fact that we sent an e-mail to check-in or a quick text message to say hi, when in fact that is about as shallow as it gets.
Where is the exchange of thoughts, feelings, ideas, worries, troubles, struggles, concerns, fears?It makes me sad to the deepest part of my soul to think that there are many more troubled souls out there like Cho Seung-Hui. Perhaps these souls are not as dangerous to others or to the same extreme as he, but, then again, maybe they are and no one is paying attention.
We don't need more walls and barriers. As humans we need to knock down the barriers and begin to build human relationships bonding us with each other. Only then will we ever have a chance. It is a sad day and a sorrowful statement about how we have evolved as people. I have faith that we can reverse this trend.
The blood is truly on our hands. Out, out, damn spot. Out I say......
Created: April 18, 2007
The VA Tech massacres. This is only the latest human catastrophe to hammer our weary souls. Now campuses across the nation are floundering for answers to anxious parents and students pleading for protection against the unknown. Undoubtedly the answer will be to build more walls, more security, more eyes and cameras everywhere looking for the evil force out there about to strike us down. University and college costs will increase as the institution's capital budget increases to accomodate keeping bad things from happening to presumably good people. It is precisely this response that saddens me the most. We are our own worst enemies. The enemy comes from within.
Everyday look around you. Watch how people have isolated themselves with earphones closing off the world, cell phones numbing their surroundings, text messages, instant message chats, virtual relationships...the list goes on and on. More and more we are closing off the world around us and unaware of building on the human relationship only found in human contact. The walls created by these actions only create further isolation from each other. How can you tell from an IM message that your "friend" is hurting? For that matter how can you tell from a telephone conversation?
We are losing (have already lost?) the neighborly feeling of looking out for each other. Even the fiercest libertarian and independent can't deny that as much as we look after ourselves, much of that is looking after our friends, family, neighbors and loved ones. In doing so we are taking care of ourselves by taking care of our environment around us.
How many more people are out there like Cho Seung-Hui? Obviously he was a disturbed individual with mental health history and problems. How is it that all of this is known after the fact, and yet, when the few individuals who alerted others to strange behavior and patterns, only a numb ear was found. The warning signs were all over the place that this young man needed help. Mental health is one of the most serious conditions hurting our culture. Some of it is arguably self induced through isolating ourselves and not paying attention to those around us and those who are important to us. We take comfort in the fact that we sent an e-mail to check-in or a quick text message to say hi, when in fact that is about as shallow as it gets.
Where is the exchange of thoughts, feelings, ideas, worries, troubles, struggles, concerns, fears?It makes me sad to the deepest part of my soul to think that there are many more troubled souls out there like Cho Seung-Hui. Perhaps these souls are not as dangerous to others or to the same extreme as he, but, then again, maybe they are and no one is paying attention.
We don't need more walls and barriers. As humans we need to knock down the barriers and begin to build human relationships bonding us with each other. Only then will we ever have a chance. It is a sad day and a sorrowful statement about how we have evolved as people. I have faith that we can reverse this trend.
The blood is truly on our hands. Out, out, damn spot. Out I say......
Created: April 18, 2007
Austrians and Chimpanzees
This morning's Durham Herald Sun has an article on the front page about Hiasl the Chimpanzee currently residing in a shelter protecting him from the big pharma companies who have imported him from Sierra Leone for use in experiments.
The activists argue that Hiasl has a risk of being homeless or turned back over to these companies in the event the shelter goes bankrupt. After having watched the chimp have human behaviors and require custodian support, they argue that he should be considered a human being to receive guaranteed support. Hmm.
This is the same Austria that produced Hitler and considered Jews nothing more than useless, filthy, non-humans worthy only for experimental purposes. Hmm.
The activists arguements and points are something like this:
1. Hiasl is a person and requires basic legal rights.
2. Basic rights include right to life, not to be tortured, freedom under certain conditions
3. Human status is required in order to become a legal entity that can receive donations and a guardian
4. Although funds have been collected under a foundation to support the $6800 a month bill on Hiasl, he could still be sold
5. If declared a person he could own his own property and receive donations directly
6. Individuals who have petitioned for guardianship have been denied by the courts because Hiasl has not been declared mentally impaired nor in an emergency.
7. Austrian guardianship law rules only on humans and things and they argue the chimp is 99.4% human DNA and although not human, certainly not a thing.
8. Hiasl comes across as a person with a real personality and traits similiar to humans by being playful and thoughtful.
In thinking about this a bit, I begin to wonder if this indeed passes and Hiasl can buy some property and begin investing in the stock market and become rich and hang out with the guys from the Geico commercial, where will the line be drawn? The contrast between the Austrian's opinion of the Jews back in WW2 and the treatment of Chimps is something to be reconciled somehow. Look how far the country has come. Now ANYTHING with human tendencies can be treated as human. This reeks a bit of overcompensation?
To points 1,2 and 4, I thought that's what animal rights activits fight for. The whole point of an animal activist is to look after these creatures and ensure that they have their basic animal rights (not to be confused with human rights since we have the right to freedom under any conditions...hum, or do we?) Isn't it up to the shelters and the foundations to ensure they are managed and funded correctly in order to act as the protector of these chimps in captivity? Doesn't that show a weakness in the humans in managing the business of the shelters etc? And if the humans doing this can't get the money managed, how in the hell will a chimp?
Imagine that fundraiser for a second.....planned and coordinated by chimps......everyone dressed in their finest fur, groomed, combed and parted, sipping on banana slushies, performing stupid human tricks. Crazy....Wonder if they have animal rights in Austria or if there are only human rights activists and "thing" rights activists. Actually the activists should be addressing the guardianship laws if they are that concerned. Making a chimp human?! What the hell has the world turned into? What about monkeys, parrotts, cats, dogs, iguanas and any other household pet in the "family" that has exhibited a personality and thoughtfulness? Because a dog cuddles up next to you on a bad day knowing that you need a little love from him, should we now make him human? If so, then he can clean the kitchen and take himself for a walk and get a job, by the way, to help with the household expenses a bit.
This all kind of stinks of chimp and human poo.
Created: May 5, 2007
The activists argue that Hiasl has a risk of being homeless or turned back over to these companies in the event the shelter goes bankrupt. After having watched the chimp have human behaviors and require custodian support, they argue that he should be considered a human being to receive guaranteed support. Hmm.
This is the same Austria that produced Hitler and considered Jews nothing more than useless, filthy, non-humans worthy only for experimental purposes. Hmm.
The activists arguements and points are something like this:
1. Hiasl is a person and requires basic legal rights.
2. Basic rights include right to life, not to be tortured, freedom under certain conditions
3. Human status is required in order to become a legal entity that can receive donations and a guardian
4. Although funds have been collected under a foundation to support the $6800 a month bill on Hiasl, he could still be sold
5. If declared a person he could own his own property and receive donations directly
6. Individuals who have petitioned for guardianship have been denied by the courts because Hiasl has not been declared mentally impaired nor in an emergency.
7. Austrian guardianship law rules only on humans and things and they argue the chimp is 99.4% human DNA and although not human, certainly not a thing.
8. Hiasl comes across as a person with a real personality and traits similiar to humans by being playful and thoughtful.
In thinking about this a bit, I begin to wonder if this indeed passes and Hiasl can buy some property and begin investing in the stock market and become rich and hang out with the guys from the Geico commercial, where will the line be drawn? The contrast between the Austrian's opinion of the Jews back in WW2 and the treatment of Chimps is something to be reconciled somehow. Look how far the country has come. Now ANYTHING with human tendencies can be treated as human. This reeks a bit of overcompensation?
To points 1,2 and 4, I thought that's what animal rights activits fight for. The whole point of an animal activist is to look after these creatures and ensure that they have their basic animal rights (not to be confused with human rights since we have the right to freedom under any conditions...hum, or do we?) Isn't it up to the shelters and the foundations to ensure they are managed and funded correctly in order to act as the protector of these chimps in captivity? Doesn't that show a weakness in the humans in managing the business of the shelters etc? And if the humans doing this can't get the money managed, how in the hell will a chimp?
Imagine that fundraiser for a second.....planned and coordinated by chimps......everyone dressed in their finest fur, groomed, combed and parted, sipping on banana slushies, performing stupid human tricks. Crazy....Wonder if they have animal rights in Austria or if there are only human rights activists and "thing" rights activists. Actually the activists should be addressing the guardianship laws if they are that concerned. Making a chimp human?! What the hell has the world turned into? What about monkeys, parrotts, cats, dogs, iguanas and any other household pet in the "family" that has exhibited a personality and thoughtfulness? Because a dog cuddles up next to you on a bad day knowing that you need a little love from him, should we now make him human? If so, then he can clean the kitchen and take himself for a walk and get a job, by the way, to help with the household expenses a bit.
This all kind of stinks of chimp and human poo.
Created: May 5, 2007
The NC State Fair - a study in eating habits
God love the State Fair. Ahhhhh, the time of the year when the word "diet" doesn't exist and bulimics rejoice. The time of the year when the deep fryer has an innate ability to link all socio-economic groups together in a common lard-based bond. Time to whip out your finest XXXXXXL t-shirt sporting "Born to be Wide" and wear it with pride. It is amazing what can go into the deep fryer these days. It's worth exploring because apparently state fair workers believe if they are stranded on a deserted island, they'd require a couple items: Deep fryer, oil, powdered sugar and a paper plate. That's just about the starting point for all of the following delicacies:
Fried Coca-Cola:
seriously, frying your drink? In Atlanta you get shot for them fightin' words. That's probably why they haven't done a deep fried Dr. Pepper. They'd open a fresh can of whup ass on you in Texas.
Fried peanut butter and jelly:
just about stuck my tongue to the roof of my mouth like tar on the back of a heel. If it weren't for the emergency bottle of water nearby my tongue would have blocked all air from my peanut butter laden mouth. Jelly, what the hell? carmelized into nothing.
Fried twinkie:
one word-fuckinyummyandithinkimhighasafrigginkitefromtheimmediatesugarhigh
Fried Wisconsin cheddar:
still dreaming of that stringing orange taste, especially when dipped into a tasty jalapeno hot treat. yowza
Fried pickles, green tomatoes, cheesecake and candybars....will have to wait until next year's food adventure. Don't get me started on the rides though.....they probably wouldn't let me in the Optimist Club for saying this, but do you really trust getting spun in quadruple circles in 5 different directions by a machine that is rolled in, parked, plugged into an electrical outlet and controlled by a big guy with shifty eyes grumbling "let 'er rip"?
Man I love living in the South. Good clean, greasy fun. 'Njoyed it y'all
Dated: October 22, 2007
Fried Coca-Cola:
seriously, frying your drink? In Atlanta you get shot for them fightin' words. That's probably why they haven't done a deep fried Dr. Pepper. They'd open a fresh can of whup ass on you in Texas.
Fried peanut butter and jelly:
just about stuck my tongue to the roof of my mouth like tar on the back of a heel. If it weren't for the emergency bottle of water nearby my tongue would have blocked all air from my peanut butter laden mouth. Jelly, what the hell? carmelized into nothing.
Fried twinkie:
one word-fuckinyummyandithinkimhighasafrigginkitefromtheimmediatesugarhigh
Fried Wisconsin cheddar:
still dreaming of that stringing orange taste, especially when dipped into a tasty jalapeno hot treat. yowza
Fried pickles, green tomatoes, cheesecake and candybars....will have to wait until next year's food adventure. Don't get me started on the rides though.....they probably wouldn't let me in the Optimist Club for saying this, but do you really trust getting spun in quadruple circles in 5 different directions by a machine that is rolled in, parked, plugged into an electrical outlet and controlled by a big guy with shifty eyes grumbling "let 'er rip"?
Man I love living in the South. Good clean, greasy fun. 'Njoyed it y'all
Dated: October 22, 2007
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