Carnie II

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Carnie II

Yes, you know it’s true… never, ever in my definitely NOT misspent youth, did I stand beside some hunky dude willing to blow all his hard-earned cash shooting tin cans to win me a large stuffed anything.

That girl had skinny legs and short shorts and wore a bikini top, instead of a blouse. And her hair was blonde, fluttered in the breeze and glistened in the neon.

I stood there sucking on my cherry snow cone and hated her with the kind of envy only a teenage girl can muster.

Obviously, I still do. She better be fat and ugly now or the universe is gonna pay!

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Oooh, carnie envy.

I once had a boyfriend who was quite a good basketball player. We came home one day with about 20 stuffed animals. I kept those things for years.

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poietes

11/12/2011 at 8:30 am

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- Damn! So you were one of those hot chicks the cool guys would do anything for…
  
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  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  11/12/2011 at 9:24 am
  
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Maybe a million years and several pounds ago . . .

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poietes

11/12/2011 at 11:11 am

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- We’ve all moved on from that, a million years – and sometimes it seems like a million pounds…
  
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  Titirangi Storyteller
  
  11/12/2011 at 7:53 pm
  
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[…] 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 Carnival on the […]

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A Terribly Indignity | Titirangi Storyteller

31/03/2013 at 5:03 pm

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

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