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Wonder what it was about those carnie guys… from here, they look like boozing, womanising, low-life losers – the kind you’d cry your eyes out if your daughter ever took up with one. Back when I was fifteen, they were the next best thing to a rock star – and just as interested in me… Sigh… it will always be the dream…

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I saw a movie a lifetime ago that featured a drop-dead sexy carnie. Only one I ever found attractive.

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poietes

11/12/2011 at 8:33 am

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- You must have been raised with higher standards… 😉 or you just got crap carnies in your neck of the woods… Or I secretly hankered after forbidden fruit… carnies were Hot in my neck of the woods…
  
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  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  11/12/2011 at 9:17 am
  
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  - Honestly, we got crap carnies in our area.
    
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    poietes
    
    11/12/2011 at 11:10 am
  - You poor thing! For me, there were the rock’n’roll stars I swooned over and there were carnies who showed up for a week or so during the county fair every year… the boys in school… yeah, they weren’t interested in me, and the feeling was rather mutual (not that I wasn’t dying to have dates…)
    
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    Titirangi Storyteller
    
    11/12/2011 at 7:52 pm
[…] I’ve previously discoursed on my fascination/obsession with Carnies in Carnie and Carnie II and last night they proved themselves. Or at least the bunch running the Kiddie […]

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31/03/2013 at 5:03 pm

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[…] photo really needs a carnie. Like this one from the Gypsy Fair a couple of years ago. or part 2 which is […]

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