Small Hands, Smell like Cabbage> Travels

Yesterday Kyra and I stumbled upon a little bush-league amusement park. Oh, the smell of cabbage was in the air. All of the employees here were authentic carnies and without exception drunk. We found an old school shooting game and I did pretty well. After hitting the bumper cars we went on one them tilt-a-whirl dealies and both got thoroughly nauseas. (In fact several people in line for the ride actually walked away after seeing us get off, we were that green.) It was then that we stumbled upon these strange and dated Beverly Hills 90210 characters painted on the outside of a haunted house. And yes we went in there too. A cut out wooden Shannon Doherghty would yell at us for looking at a cut out wooden Dylan with and I quote, "Man-stealin' eyes."
Scary shit.