10.30.2005

guest blog, day one.

guess where i'll be on december 3rd, 2005?

i'll be in st. augusta, MN

i'll be at the testicle festival.

oh yes, you read that right. i'm going. you're curious. allow me to explain. the "specialty" of this festival is bull testicles, prepared to perfection (or served raw, i really don't know), served at five dollars a cup. i think they have rides and other non-testicle related paraphenalia. i don't know if you buy one cup, like at a party and just keep filling it with testicles. i don't know if there's a ball keg. most of all i don't know the provaction of such an event. heidi said she tried bull testicles once and they were pretty good. stacey and linda talked about splitting a cup.

ew.

BUT tonight i was watching some outdoor network and the "special presentation" was a rodeo documentary. they were showing all the cowboys talking about how intense it is and then a bunch of action shots of cow dudes on bucking broncos.

rough. wild. tough.

yeah well, for five bucks i can eat your balls.

not so tough now, are you?


to read more by renee, today's guest blogger, visit her livejournal for general snarkiness and most likely a run down of more testicular activities.

Comments:
NOPE!

Because after all, what's a cowboy without his balls.

Enjoy the testicles Hinnykins :-)
 
$5/cup might seem expensive for food, but they're balls. It seems that balls should be worth more than that.

Hm ... uh ... not only did we cut off your top two reasons for living, but we sold them for the price of a couple loads of laundry. Nice.
 
it's okay, barrett.

cause i'm pretty sure either directly before or directly after cutting off his top two reasons for living, they killed him.
 
So what do they do with the rest of the bull? Do they make it live ball-less? Is it dead? Why do I find this so concerning?
 
your very eccentric
 
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