Mother Goose

As a professional cat herder, my abilities were stretched to the max on Sunday. I drove up to and down from Pemberton in one day with friends in tow Amy Amelia Zimmerman aka Amber, Steve aka Rudy, and Kheaven, aka K-os, aka Sleeps everywhere he shouldn't. We had cheese and vodka and phil collins so the traffic time was passed quite nicely. Highlights included dance mimicking teeth grinders at crystal method, babysitting sleepy alcoholics and the bacardi press washrooms, I didn't think too much of them as they were just regular flush toilets in a trailer until I saw overflowing poo receptacles on the regular fair grounds. poop. poop everywhere. yuck. Also the free mojitos were nummy.