f.a.f.f.

the fryeburg fair!
six days in,
and it's still dope.

by the way,
it didn't take much, duders.
y'know,
to feel awfully full of falafel.
in fact,
between some seriously hot weather
and the ensuant dehydration,
and a burly overdose of habanero hot sauce,
my little bitty bellyhole took a barbarian beatdown
from a hard-style face-stuff explosion.
teleport:

fourteen and fifteen,
aaaaaaand:

sixteen.
sorry, neighbors-
i just couldn't fit any more inside my body.
at all.

gross.
feel awful falafel friday was a super-success though.
that's no joke.
repping the fair with my duders,
and a whole bunch of active participation throughout the day?
yeah.
we get expert, y'all.
all the mutha-flippin' time.
todd, teddy, holmes, and thatcher ALL got it poppin'
first at the falafel stand,
and then everywhere else.
we kept it going on and on and on.
it was a fairground feast full of shark-gluttonous monster appetites,
and a hundred pounds of fried everything....
and then, just to make sure that a brutally perfect fall day
went all the way off the charts, to eleven,
there was even a grand finale with a whole bunch of fireworks.

c'mon.
couldn't be more grateful for the time i've been given.
***********
also,
if you don't know yet,
you're about to find out:

F*ing right!
c'mon.,
even bittier babier bunnies??
no doubt about it.
too insane to even handle in a reasonable fashion.
my head might explode;
never quiet, never soft.....