If you have not yet read how a french-canadian clown hijacked my weekend : part 1 then do yourself a solid and read that first.
Now go check out the staggering mindfuck going on over a Clown On Fire.
how a french canadian clown hitchhiked a ride to the most abbreviated trip to the state fair in the history of the world : part 2
So all day my kids are bugging the living shit out of me to go to the fair, but as we all know, Le Clown created a time portal to a world of clown noses and all bets were off. After hours and hours of
ignoring playing with them, I took a deep breath, closed my laptop, and loaded us into the car.
We get to the fair and park 487 miles away and have to walk forever and it feels like it’s about 100 degrees and 100% humidity. My boys are 4 and 7, so as you can imagine, they were super psyched about the massive trek to the fair entrance.
We shell out our money, and go in. At this point my 4 year old is walking slower than Clint Eastwood at the Republican Convention. I bought them a $7 lemonade and we went to play the stupid fucking carnival games. Seriously? $10 for 7 darts? Does that come with lube? They both threw their 14 darts to the tune of $20 and won 2 utterly useless pieces of stuffed shit.
My 4 was all “I want to go hoooooommmme, it’s sooooooo hooooooottttttt”
So long story short, we parked, walked about 2 miles, paid $20 to get in, bought a $7 lemonade, threw 14 darts for $20…and walked 2 miles back and drove 1/2 hour home.
It was just wonderful.
Without further ado, I give you the rest of my fucked up day with Le Clown:
Oh yeah, and did I mention I’m flying out to Florida at 7:30am tomorrow? Have I packed, or even thought about packing? Sillies, of course not.