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I was told to “make a blog” about Strassenfest 2K5. So, here it is:

When we showed up, the Betzszs were already present and intoxicated.

At one point, I heard Dooley and Chad talking about Chad being in the bathroom at the Schnitzelbank restaurant. I still think Schnitzelbank is a place where you deposit schnitzels. Rachael didn’t agree. Either way, I can’t figure out why on the night of SF2K5 the Wisemans and the VanLues would go there to eat and drink. Do you eat before you go to the fair? I don’t think so.

Chad did, however, manage to snag a beer tray from the beer people. Color me impressed.

The rest of the night consisted of:

SOFA! (it’s apparently German)

Cookies that were NOT baked.

Someone totally cool.

TP and Ma Betz get giggy wid dit

Girly drinks that tased like trach, but provided cool relief on a hot hot night

Me consuming said drink

Dooley showing how his phone gets the internet - and tubgirling us

Me showing the cyst growing on my foot

Side story: I have some kind of under-the-skin blister on the bottom of my foot. At one point in the night, one Angie’s friends looked at it and told me she was a nurse and didn’t know what it was. She said it could be a boil but you don’t get boils on your feet. Later, I heard her telling someone else she was a “photographer” so I started to doubt the nurse story. I asked, and found out she is a “student nurse”. I then found out that another one of the friends was a REAL nurse, so I asked her. She looked and was baffled. She told me she was a “cardiology nurse” and didn’t deal with that type of stuff. Both agreed I should lance it when I got home. I tried, but it’s a lot more difficult to stick a needle into your foot than you may realize. I never broke through enough layers of skin to be effective. After all of this, I looked up this kind of stuff on the internet, and it told me: “NEVER LANCE A BOIL”. Interesting.

Hey baby

Pay no attention to the man in black…literally

I was sitting down when a guy comes up and gives me a piece of cake, with a fork and whatnot. It looked like it was a piece he bought and didn’t want the rest of, so he was offering it to me. Turns out, it was his wife’s birthday and they were celebrating and he was handing out cake to everyone. So, I got a picture with the lovely lady. She told me she was turning 19.

What the hell happened here?

I think this was when I surprised everyone by telling them that Liberace was gay.

Chad proves that rancid schnitzel farts don’t make many friends.

Dear Adalyn Wiseman - When you were a few months old, your dad got drunk and licked a lollipop that was wedged between my toes on my boil ridden foot. He also licked my foot in the process. Sincerely, Celeb.

When the polka band started playing Macho Man, I knew we were in trouble.

Jasper may be a small town, but they still can afford fancy toys (the guy is a cop, by the way).

TP, woot-wooting before he peed on the local church.

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