The One Where Patwoman Goes To The State Fair And Then Makes Her Annual Giant Rooster Joke

Let’s just get it out of our system right off the bat.
Oh look! A 36 inch cock!

Okay, so State Fair! Luckily for me, they extended the fair this year, so I was able to go after GenCon. And you know, you’ve gotta go to the State Fair. Where else can you get so many wonderful deep fried foods? (I can’t wait for the deep fried stick of butter. Whenever they invent that, I’m getting one.)

Seriously. Put it on a stick, bread it, deep fry it. I’m there.

It is my tradition to start with the grilled corn on the cob. It is Indiana, you know. (This is not me, btw. I just ate my corn like I had just escaped a prison camp and then realized I hadn't taken a picture. So I was forced to nab a pic from the State Fair web site. Shhh.) But, after inhaling it, I quickly moved on to:

Polish sausage with grilled onions and peppers

Corn dog with mustard

Chocolate ice cream cone

Lemon shake up

Snow cone

I also checked out the farm equipment because… I don’t know. It was there. It was massive. I just walked over to look.

I did see this very interesting warning sign on the combine. It was humorous to me (like that warning sticker on the hot water heater) and I thought… Nobody would get in front of the scoop plates on a combine. That’s stupid. Who the heck is that warning designed for?

Not five minutes later, that question was answered. (By the way, she’s not making her kids get down from that thing, she’s putting them on it.)