you read that right.

A DEMOMOTHERTRUCKINLITION DERBY, MOTHERTRUCKERS!

oh man, it was so fuckign awesome! we sat in the bleachers and yelled at the cars and drank 16oz cans of miller lite! and in the first round, my pony, number 22, HE FUCKIN' DESTROYED ALL THOSE OTHER DOODS! not that i won anything, but like, he totally pulled through.

a car LIT ON FIRE! NOT ON PURPOSE!!

and then, in the second round, it was all the big assed cars, with like, flames shooting out the top of the hood and big assed noisy engines and so much CRUNCHING and POUNDING and SLAMMING and i nearly came!

AND THEN!!

we went to the carnival booths and i won a stuffed pink snake that looks like a radical crooked penis with a smiley face and a little tongue (for her pleasure, i'm thinking) playing darts, and a gold whistle shooting at plastic moving ducks, and a bunch of mardi gras whore's beads playing the strong man game, where i had to use the kid's mallet because the adult mallet was TOO FUCKING HEAVY! IT WAS LIKE, 50 POUNDS!

omg!!

anyway, it totally ruled. there were tigers at the carnival too, i stood outside the cage and sang to them. and there were camels, but i didn't sing to them, i just felt bad for them.

and i saw a bunch of llama ass, too.

oh! and there was a small monkey that would shake your hand, but i didn't do it because monkeys are filthy animals.

like pigeons!

there's a tractor pull this weekend, but i don't think i am going to go to that.

i really feel like going to a show.

and getting an ankle massage. tonight, the baby dolphin is angry and getting larger.

OH! i talked to my brother today on the phone and it ruled radical ponies. he always makes me laugh so hard. it made me sad hearing about everyone that i don't get to see anymore, but he sounds happy and healthy, so i am happy and proud.