Street Fair

Nothing says Intestinal Parasite quite like a Street Fair…
So who’s with me? Hmmm…? So many tasty options, how can you choose just one? Maybe one of those little mozzarella and cornmeal sandwiches fried up on a grill? Perhaps a Cord Dog from the Carter Administration sold to you by a surly Italian woman from Bay Ridge? Or a tasty chicken burrito, don’t worry I think Paco started cooking the meat in the 90 degree sun around 8, a.m. so it should be good to go…extra sour cream please! I’ll take a scoop with a fly stuck in it. Sausage and Peppers? Why thank you.
Wait, where are the Port-o-Potty’s? The guys cooking this stuff don’t need bathrooms, not when there’re enough lemons and sugar to make even the saltiest urine extra tasty! Mmmn, quite tangy, just the way I like it! Personally, I think I’ll cut out the middle man and go take a bath in a mixture of chicken and cow’s blood while eating rancid milk like it’s cottage cheese…either that or go to Quizno’s. All the feeling of a Street Fair, without the nasty side effects like the tapeworm or dysentery. Problem is no one ever learns their lesson. You go to a Street Fair, eat a burrito or steak sandwich then spend your afternoon on the toilet doing your best impression of Jeff Bridges from the bathroom scene in “Dumb & Dumber” and then a month later, there you are; a big frosty lemonade in one hand and an Italian Sausage in the other.