I went to the North Carolina State Fair last year and did my Yankee duty of gorging on Fried Oreos, Twinkies, Snickers, Reeses and many other scrumdiddlies that probably made my arteries very sad while making me very happy. (There is a cause-and-effect component of that relationship.) But North Carolina is not Texas, and neither is its state fair, which is probably for the best. Because if I had smelled this fried guacamole concoction, unveiled at Texas’s annual monstrosity, I would have bolted from the nearest funnel-cake stand, and I’m not sure my digestive system would have survived the aftermath. (via Alex Klein)

I went to the North Carolina State Fair last year and did my Yankee duty of gorging on Fried Oreos, Twinkies, Snickers, Reeses and many other scrumdiddlies that probably made my arteries very sad while making me very happy. (There is a cause-and-effect component of that relationship.) But North Carolina is not Texas, and neither is its state fair, which is probably for the best. Because if I had smelled this fried guacamole concoction, unveiled at Texas’s annual monstrosity, I would have bolted from the nearest funnel-cake stand, and I’m not sure my digestive system would have survived the aftermath. (via Alex Klein)