So there I am at the Oregon State Fair. Just like every year. I go for the hand dipped corn dogs, the demolition derby (more on this in a minute) and for the people watching. Since it's Oregon I don't feel as bad making fun of the people there. It's like a train wreck.
For instance, yesterday I saw a woman that must have gone 300 lbs. Not a big deal. UNTIL. You put that woman in a tube top with tight spandex shorts. Smoking. Pushing 2 kids in a stroller with one in tow. And her 130lb boyfriend with the jailhouse tattoos and crooked hat. It was awesome. Every manner of hillbilly and mountain folk were there. It was a joy to experience.
Now, no one else in my family shares my love of demolition derbies. I don't understand it. Cars...crash into each other on purpose. It's like the Mall parking lot at Christmas with all women drivers. Ha ha ha ha. But seriously...it just doesn't get any better. Men with dirty clothes and as many teeth as their cars have wheels run into each other as hard as they can. They paint numbers like 69 and 420 on their cars. If there is something better in life then watching this kind of hillbilly destruction I don't know what it is.
I have taken to playing Lord of the Rings on the Xbox 360 lately. Adam and Stick play too...so don't think I am the ONLY geek. I have said things like "I can't believe you killed my cave troll, my goblins are on the prowl now" and other things that should only be said while wearing a cloak and drinking Mountain Dew in your mom's basement.
Oh yeah. boobs rule.