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what's wrong with the world today: Deep Fried Veggies

I'm really not sure which is worse: deep fried Twinkies, or deep fried vegetables.

On the one hand, you are admitting the fact that this is unhealthy for you and you're saying, "What the heck, let's make that Twinkie deep fried and go ahead and clog all the arteries at once." But with the vegetables I feel like someone said, "You know guys, we are eating way to unhealthy here at the Brown County Fair, it's time we introduce veggies as a fair food. What's more healthy than veggies?" and then they dropped them in 4 gallons of boiling peanut grease.

That's the Brown county fair for ya. Commonly known as the

Katie and my first date as parents and we decided to go eat deep-fried everything (corn dogs, waffle cake, and elephant ears) and watch the tractor pull. It don't get no more romantic than that. Shoo.

So there we are, watching this culturally foreign concept known as "tractor pulling" (for those of you who don't know, a "tractor pull" is when you take an amped up tractor, tie it to a heavy sled, and drive as fast and as far as you can without blowing up your engine or veering off to a side and killing someone). We were watching and commenting to each other about what we thought the rules of engagement were when the lady in front of us turned around and politely explained that our guesses were correct. Yes, you heard me right. An old woman with canine-like hearing knows the rules of a tractor pull. She probably couldn't tell you what J-walking is, how to hail a taxie, or what a solid red light means, but by golly, she knows the rules of a tractor pull.

Prop of the night goes to the husband-wife tractor team, in which the wife almost ran over her husband halfway down the racing strip. Way to end the argument sweetie.


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