I survived. My children are scarred for life.
OK – I’m over exaggerating, but they did not enjoy themselves. I’m not sure if it was the crazy clown show that is the same as when I saw it at their age (seriously – same costumes and everything) or all the dirt they breathed in. But my girls are
suburban sprawl city folk.
I will deliver on my promise of shocking pictures; however, I did not spot the quintessential (thanks spell check!) Mr. & Mrs. Niceville couple, but I have the pièce de résistance of redneckiness below.
Along the way in my quest for the picture, I captured some other amazing finds.
Yes – eat more mullet. And I did. Delish with baked beans, cheese grits, hush puppies, and a cold Coke.
Funnel Cakes, Fried Oreos, and Fried Twinkies. What could be better? I didn’t have an Oreo, but I SOOO wanted one. I didn’t want to hear about it from my dad (you know, work out instead of watching America’s Next Top Model), so I’ll just imagine it was tasty. The Twinkie? I don’t like them plain, so fried might be good.
The Funnel Cake, however, was eaten. Unfortunately, we had our Funnel Cake too early. Just up the row from the stand above, is THIS:
Friggin toppings for FUNNEL CAKES??? Who’dathunk?? Peanut butter and chocolate, caramel apples and cinnamon, strawberries, chocolate syrup, and the ever-popular loads o’ powdered sugar.
After scouring the festival for my title couple in vain, I discovered one of sciences great anomalies.
I discovered the elusive Redneck Pregnant Man.
In case you’re wondering, below is our winning photo from the Mr. & Mrs. Niceville photo tour from 2005.
Notice the belly shirt on Mrs. with cigarettes in hand, the rebel flag on Grandpa’s snazzy vest, and the ever-important mullet hairdo on Mr.