Midwestern carnivals (or 'festivals')

I went to Heritage Fest today with a friend...after making one pass through the event, I found myself drawing a few conclusions. 1) They're not festivals, they're carnivals. Calling it a festival allows the snooty to slum it without feeling dirty. 2) Carnival food must not have more than three ingredients. 3) Most men really will have sex with anyone who'll let them-and often it backfires on them and they wind up becoming a parent. 4) People will eat anything if it's sold at a carnival. 5) By far the most solid source of people watching available.

There's another one next weekend around the corner from my office-I can't wait to see what happens there...it usually draws a much more lowbrow/interesting group of people. I'm sure at least one interesting picture will follow.

The top prize for potentially disgusting food? The Twinkie Dog. Next question you probably have is 'What is a Twinkie Dog'? Slit open a Twinkie, insert a cooked hot dog, top with Cheez Whiz...get it past the gag reflex and enjoy!

My favorite quote about the Twinkie Dog-"I ran out and immediately bought the ingredients for this concoction and fixed one. I must say it is the most repulsive piece of shit I've ever eaten."

I can hardly wait for next weekend...