Actual, full menu at the tiny Texas fair I went to yesterday:
I asked the girl at the counter if I could just get some fried water and she looked at me funny and I explained I was on a diet and so I wanted something “light and healthy”. Then she asked the other girl in the stand if they could fry water and the other girl told me they’d specifically been told not to because “it causes explosions”. So basically I went hungry because of explosions.
Worst. Fair. Ever.
In unrelated news, it’s time for the weekly wrap up.
What you missed on my satirical sex column (safe for work if your boss isn’t a total douche canoe):
What you missed on Ill-Advised:
What you missed on the Houston Chronicle:
What you missed on the internets:
- Books that changed my life
- I’ll be at the Texas Book Festival in Austin nest month.
- Kick-ass stuff I pinned.
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome: