Hey, everybody, Tim here with another super cool story about my Dad or as I like to call him The World's Greatest Dad Ever!
This is about the time my Dad took us to the Wisconsin State Fair and got us in free because he knew somebody in security "who owes your father a favor". I'll say! We got to ride the rides, eat a corn dog, laugh at this fat lady who had a girdle, see a clown get arrested and taken away in a police car with full sirens on, and watch a show that had some really funny guy who fell down and made monkey sounds. I'm pretty sure the funny guy was maybe a funny monkey. I couldn't tell! That's how much fun we had. And my Dad got to get a Popiel pocket fisherman and something he called " a cut of the door", whatever that means. Even my mom liked the Fair because she bought a candle and didn't tell my Dad to stop looking at the waitresses, which she usually does. Killjoy Mom!
So anyway that's the story of my Dad and how we got into the Wisconsin State Fair for free. It's a true story and I wouldn't say that unless it was. Oh, and also, the whole family got invited back to the Fair the next year as long as the man my dad knew in security was something called square with my Dad. My Dad wins again! Next time, my Dad buys a bar that has ladies with money growing out of their shirts and this pole in the middle of it that is a total blast to swing around on. Just ask the ladies with money growing out of their shirts.
This is about the time my Dad took us to the Wisconsin State Fair and got us in free because he knew somebody in security "who owes your father a favor". I'll say! We got to ride the rides, eat a corn dog, laugh at this fat lady who had a girdle, see a clown get arrested and taken away in a police car with full sirens on, and watch a show that had some really funny guy who fell down and made monkey sounds. I'm pretty sure the funny guy was maybe a funny monkey. I couldn't tell! That's how much fun we had. And my Dad got to get a Popiel pocket fisherman and something he called " a cut of the door", whatever that means. Even my mom liked the Fair because she bought a candle and didn't tell my Dad to stop looking at the waitresses, which she usually does. Killjoy Mom!
So anyway that's the story of my Dad and how we got into the Wisconsin State Fair for free. It's a true story and I wouldn't say that unless it was. Oh, and also, the whole family got invited back to the Fair the next year as long as the man my dad knew in security was something called square with my Dad. My Dad wins again! Next time, my Dad buys a bar that has ladies with money growing out of their shirts and this pole in the middle of it that is a total blast to swing around on. Just ask the ladies with money growing out of their shirts.
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