Thoughts week, because it was a busy weekend.
Smoked turkey leg. Even now, I'm still salivating at the thought of it. So damnably delicious.
I'd been thinking of the smoked turkey ever since M.C. mentioned the renaissance festival. Had D.C., M.C. and A.W. not already been waiting at the front gate, the plan was to gun straight for the turkey leg stand.
Saw some women on stilts. "That's how I like my women: tall and without feet." They were leading kids around on ribbon leashes, but the kids had dyed white hair. Who led whom?
Once I got the turkey leg, speech became extraneous, and grease was everywhere. All focus was on the the leg. I want to smoke a turkey for Thanksgiving. It was sooooo good.
We watched Johnny Fox, the sword swallower. Had I not been obsessed with the turkey, I'd have noticed the first half of the act. As it was in my hand, I couldn't really clap, though his swallowing was quite... pornographic?
In the port-a-potty, at a relatively early time in the day, someone had someone left their mark on the toilet seat itself. Number two. How?
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