Why I love the new Navbar.

That Next Blog feature is so crafty. How else would I have stumbled upon this nifty entry from a blog called The Bottle and Glass?

I can't tell if it's the work of a serial killer or a wry Milwaukeeian (is that a word?). It makes me laugh (and think of Tom on a really bad day).

"You fucking cunt," I shouted. From then on, the Wisconsin state fair would be downhill. I was walking past a funnel cake stand and some stupid bitch employee, thought it would be funny to shoot an ungodly amount powdered sugar at one of her friends. Like a cliche out of a comedy sketch, the friend jumps out of the way, leaving me, the innocent bystander, in the sugars wake. That night, something in me just snapped. I hurled my body inside the tiny connession stand, screaming obscenities, and hurling spit. Needless to say, I had to be dragged out of the booth. I surprised myself that night, had it been any other day, I would have laughed right along with the other fair goers, but having to listen to Amy Grant, who was playing at the fair that night (my has her star fallen) pushed me over the edge. Milwaukee's finest escorted me out of the grounds, and I've been banished from the fair for good. It was only my second visit to the fair. The first was 17 years beforehand. Oh well, not going to miss much. Let me summarize everything the Wisconsin fair has to offer: smelly livestock, fat people, creampuffs, expensive everything, Amy Grant.