Vive la difference! or Three Cheers for French Gynecology (God Knows They Need It)

Well, it's that time of year again here in Iowa, where everyone you meet keeps telling you "It's not the heat, it's the stupidity!" Then follows it up with a Rick James schtick and oh jesus christ.

Well, the Johnson County Fair has a web site, but a really bad website done by a terrible company from somewhere near Des Moines that besides Crap-tacularly bad web design with stock photos isn't registered correctly with the search sites so you can't find it. I think they're up to 3,600 hits and the fair started 12 hours ago! (For reference I get 3,600 hits before I've even had an orgasm, and that's on a slow day). ((Angie gets even more than that, but that's because of her special personalized service where she comments on EVERY post, and then at the end of the year you get a pair of soiled panties. Not sure if they're hers though, could be an old pair Jeff left behind. But I digress.))

But anyway, if you're willing to brave the temperatures you can really get into some hot action: Carnies wearing Wrangler jeans pulled up past their navels, cheap cowboy boots, Skoal, and Brut 33 if you're lucky. I'm dog tired from hauling fares back and forth all day and then making spare change in the back of the cab - making up for lost time, what with not having seen let alone touched some of the carnies since last year. There's something about seeing bull penises and horse cocks not to mention rams and goats that gets my juices flowing.


But back to the title of my post: the petting zoo smells like French crotch (you know, you can smell it from 5 or 10 feet away). Just in case you didn't know.