Rabbit, Rabbit.

rabbit, rabbit, b!tches.
good luck for my face all month an' that.
we had a double dose of fairground fun yesterday.
yeah, you heard correctly;
TWO times the fury,
(twice the falafels, too)
which brings the total count up to 9 dirty diaperloads of delicious dopeness.
and it's october now, ya'll.
arguably the freshest month of the year.
you better start planning what you're carving into your pumpkins, too.
i want pictures. y'heard?
it's not only october,
but it's the first of the month.
really real ninjas got paid today....
EBT cards aren't accepted at the fair, though....
what's really hood, right?

tabbouleh on a falafel?
f* yeah!
bulgur wheat, kids. mutha-uckin' delicious.

falafel duders even went 'out back' and got more cukes for a ninja.
juice, son.
i got it like that.

big dumb animals.
500lb. humans are a common occurence at the fair.
amazing, what with all the healthy food options there.
hahahahhahaa.
maybe they should start giving out blue ribbons to all the biggest bulbous bulging brisket-lickers.
i especially like it when they stare at me and make the sh!t-salad sandwich face...
real nice.
i mean, i'm worried that i'm just makin' 'em hungry....
i can't imagine i taste worse than a double orange cheese onion-crusted bologna burger....
y'know,
the 4-H club cows actually have the names of the supermarkets that bought them listed above 'em.
that's pretty f*d up, even if cows can't read.
i mean, fairgoers get the heads up as to where they can
further appreciate these mighty-fine prize specimens after the show is over.
in ground-up hamburger form.
tell all that 'circle of life' justification poop to your karma;
the results are in:
making meat is completely mutha-flippin' horrible. 
every part of it is so god-awful heinous, yo.
sorry, carnivores,
no matter how delicious,
all arguments about it end up like this:

                       'please, don't kill me'

my friend jim's 26th birthday is today.
guess how we'll be celebrating?
falafels?
good guess.
never quiet, never soft...