“I want ma cheesecake”

Just some random things in my head about today’s trip to the Ex.

• I passed by Super Corn Dogs and spotted the notorious deep fried Mars bar. I told myself that I wanted to try it out, but only later on. After Kyleen and I sampled a few things, we were about to head out of the Food Building, but I stopped and said that I had to try the Mars bar before leaving or else I’d be thinking about it.So, I went there and ordered it. The cashier was sort of in disbelief that someone actually ordered the damn thing. My friend and I were joking about how bad for you it must be. The cashier agreed. We got a kick out of that, in that you know it’s going to be horrible for you if the people behind the counter were also recoiling in horror. Well, they took a Mars bar out of the wrapper, dipped it in the corn dog batter and dunked in the fryer. While we were waiting, we commented on the posters of the Mars bar in the booth. The cashier commented that it didn’t even look like a Mars bar. We commented that it looked like a deep fried turd.

  Well, I got it but waited for a few minutes before digging in. I wanted to take it outside and have people witness me eating the darn thing. I offered some to Kyleen but she refused outright (smart move there). The novelty of the item was certainly interesting. The taste wasn’t horribly bad, but really, it’s just a melted mars bar trapped in batter.

• We went to the Direct Energy Centre after the Food Building. My hands were still kind of gross from the chicken wings that we had. We passed by a running hot tub in the Home Pavilion and she suggested that I discreetly dunk my hands it to get rid of the grease. Well, I did so, pretending to just be feeling the warmth of the water. I took my hands and walked away. I waved them around to air dry them. I gave them a sniff, and the first words that came out of my mouth: “my hands smell like ass.”CLASSY.
• We visited the exhibit outlining the history of the modern day toilet. We were entertained by the historical value of the info and artifacts. Apparently back in the old days some Pacific Island cultures used mussel shells for toilet paper. Now, when I read this, the first thing that popped into my head was Demolition Man where Stallone’s character was figuring out how to use the three shells in the bathroom in place of toilet paper.
• We returned to the Food Building to get some cheesecake. The guy at the counter was outright rude to the two of us. He was insulting to my friend and he downright ignored me even when I made eye contact. Jackass! That better be some good cheesecake.
• Three blocks of fudge: deadly.
• We met back up with her daughter after a few hours at the Ex. Kyleen had brought her a slice of the creme brulee cheesecake form that asshold vendor. Alex gobbled it down with gusto. Later during dinner I mentioned that there was still a slice of cheesecake in the their hotel room. Alex said that she wanted it, but her mother mocked her in the most ridiculous screeching ugly southern accent that she could manage: “I waaant ma cheesecake!“ OH LORD, that made me laugh.

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