Speaking of goats, anyone ever hear that episode of Car Talk when the guy called in asking how to electrify his car (like a fence) to keep his goat from jumping up on it? It's my favorite Car Talk call.
Agnostic dyslexic insomniacs lay awake all night wondering if there is a Dog.
I know what you're asking yourself and the answer is yes. I have a nick name for my penis. Its called the Octagon, but I also nick named my testes - my left one is James Westfall and my right one is Doctor Kenneth Noisewater.
There's lots of variety among carnies. And in a way, being a carny seems kind of cool. It's a job where you interact with the public, but doesn't seem to require any notion of customer service. No one fucks with the carnies. It's kind of like being tenured in a way.