Re: TPF Visit - finally made it.....

as long as I don't show up in a wolfman costume you're probably safe.
hey, I was only 16 back then and was always looking for a job doing
something. I couldn't even tell my friends that I was the werewolf at
the carnival because I would have been fired. it was funny to ask them
what they thought of the werewolf after the carnival left town and
hear their "version" of the story. wasn't quite the way I remembered
it. especially the part where they ran like hell to get out of there
when I scared the crap out of them. the worse part (other than the
heat) was a sore throat from all the psuedo growling I had to do.

I also ran the plate dime-toss game and the milk bottles on weekends.
learned a lot about carnies. enough to know I'd never want to be one
in the future. of course I'm kind of a clown so I guess some of it
rubbed off on me.

Derek has no idea who his old man is. if he knew he'd probably just be
shaking his head and walking away. of course he does that now anyway,
but maybe he'd do it more so with a little more speed.

steve



On Wed, 31 May 2006 07:58:34 -0600, For Amusement Only
<fao@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:

Steve I'm never going to look at you in quite the same way again......

Derek better not get any grief about any employment he picks based on
this.

Dave

Steve C wrote:

I didn't have the monkey/ass thing going but worked in a carnival in
Florida when I was a teenager back in the mid-60s where I was billed
as a "sideshow freak" which was really a joke. I wore a "Wolfman"
outfit with a driveway chain bolted to my wrist that I constantly
dragged back and forth across the bars and floor as kids would come in
to see me.

the "pen" consisted of a carnie trailer with hay on the floor, a tin
cup, jailhouse bars, and some leftover chicken bones from the chicken
fryer at the carnival laying all over the ground. hey it was a quickie
week long job that paid 2 bucks an hour which wasn't bad back then.

kids would spit at me and try their damndest to toss a cup of coke on
me. they'd stand there and debate whether I was real or not and then
I'd lunge at them and they'd take off running. had some teenage girls
show me their boobs to see if they could get a reaction out of me.
they always did but unfortunately I would be fired if I ever spoke any
words so it was mostly jumping up and down while grunting and trying
to reach through the bars to touch them (part of the act you know).
hottest damn job I ever had.

what a stupid job but better than firing a monkey out of my ass.
unless the monkey was holding a "banana" when he came out. that would
be something.

stevebo

On 30 May 2006 20:14:03 -0700, "Rick Swanson" <rns510@xxxxxxxxxxx>
wrote:

ldnayman wrote:

Right. And if monkeys fly out of my ass I'd make a good addition to a
sideshow.


Just for the record, if you have standard monkeys coming out of your
ass then you certainly would be "sideshow worthy", but probably
wouldn't make it to center ring of the Big Top. However, if you can
launch flying monkeys out of your ass then you'd certainly replace
Siegfried and Roy at The Mirage and become so friggin rich that Paul
McCartney wouldn't be able to afford to live in your neighborhood.
Especially if those flying monkeys are dressed in little bellhop
uniforms.

Sorry for the sidetrack.... just wanted to keep this thread "real".
;-)


Rick Swanson
Morristown, TN

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