The day after my liver attack me and the misses had to get up early to work at a local town fair. Her job had a booth and they were short on volunteers so I said I would help. I was probably still leagally drunk while we were doing this but I felt fine. The wife on the other hand was not doing so well. She cannt hang with the real night ghetto owls anymore lol.
This little stand you see here was right in front of us and it was making me a little uneasy. Just the thought of eating fried oreos and twinkies was enuff to make me hurrl sober let alone a little buzzed. Who had this bright idea?
During the day I got to watch all the people doing community service clean up after us. Here in NJ they wear these bright orange vest with the letters S.L.A.P.S. on it. I am sure it stands for something but I have yet to meet anyone who had to do any community service as of yet. Hell, I am all for chain gangs doing all the dirty work of the world, make them earn thier keep lol.
And here we have the POOPOO keepin the peace in this town. Its a big difference here than in the other parts of the state we visit. But I did get to see some chick barfing on the side walk. No clue to why maybe she was still drunk too and she actually ate a fried oreo, morning sickness, bad meth, or the odor of bengay and Aquaspray over came her. There were alot of old people lol.
This little peice of art work was down some back alley. Now in this town going down the back alley is still safe. Most of the places we visit are not places you go exsploring the alley ways even in the day time.
But it is still nice to see signs of civil disobedience in this white wonder bread world.
And what picture perfect honkeie town would not be complete with out one of these clubs? All we are missing is the WASP private club with no windows and only one door in the back. I thought it was called Ping-Pong, who knew?