The Fairgrounds had its own distinctive aroma: deep-fryer grease, burnt sugar, animal shit, cheap perfume, human sweat and, the closer you wandered toward the Swine Pavilion, eau de porc. It's the kind of intoxicating fragrance that can lure one into some potentially unwise culinary decisions, such as the frighteningly phallic corn dog -- the jumbo version pictured here.
He didn't -- at least not for her. "Did you see the look the man with those stickers gave me when I told him that I was a Democrat?" Carol Ann ranted. "He looked at me like I was a dirty dog."
"It's too hot to eat anything," she said finally.
That didn't stop me. You haven't lived until you've had a Danger Dog with a cotton-candy chaser.
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come on fatruzza....last bite...impossible what about when you were motor-boating those two chili dogs the other night???
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