This area of Wisconsin is filthy with one fest or another throughout the summer. Each town has its corn fests, broiler fests, bean and bacon days, beef-a-ramas, oktoberfests, beer fests, blues fests, you name it.
One summer, probably a handful of years ago, Fahjah and I went to one of the local fests. As we stood off to the side, each enjoying a corn dog...
Pop: "There's no unweird way to eat a corn dog in public."
Me: "I know. Then there's the danger of stabbing myself with the stick in the hangy-down at the back of my throat."
Pop: "Uh huh." (pause)
Me: I shake my head. "Lower."
Pop, in a lower voice: "Isn't that the vulva?"
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