Writer's block, a virus that destroys both the imagination and creativity of all writers alike, especially those of whom write on loser Internet sites. Great authors such as George Orwell, Tom Clancy and who can forget Masta CSG's 3 month dry spell from his own personal fountain of imagination. Well, I too have suffered from this virus and have finally overcome it with a trip this weekend to the State Fair.

Fairs are really unique, just like any other amusement park; however, they are much less moral about taking your money. Cheesy rides, that actually were pretty cool, cost 3 tickets on average, tickets cost 75 cents each, or 30 for $20 bucks. So it cost $2.25-$3.00 for each ride, yeesh! But of course you pay for it because you want to go on a ride. And then the games that they have, like make this 3 point shot and win a big prize, but they don't tell you the net it 18 feet high and rim is smaller then normal, nor do they say "thanks a lot, sucker". But when it comes down to it, I'll still go on the rides, and still play those dumb games, oh yeah, and then they have these really easy to win games but the prize you get, they don't show you on the wall, so they're like if you look under this microscope, you can see the patch of hair which just might be a teddy, bear but if you play 5 more times, 3 bucks a shot, I can upgrade you to that size on the wall there, gaahhh. Now the food, who can't say no to a heaping pile of fries or a 2 foot pogo/corn dog that you have to have 5 foot long arms to eat, gyros, caramel apples and corn on the cob. Now let me talk to you about the Jumbo turkey legs. They were like 5 pounders, BBQed and so good, I really doubted that they were ever turkey legs but perhaps some sort of genetic mutation. Nevertheless, yummy. Now I won't say how much money I spent, but I will write it in another font, TOO F*CKING MUCH.

Cutting to the point, as I was on the toilet the first time the next day, I thought, "man that was pretty funny". The second time on the throne, I read a magazine. The third time on the john I thought, "man the mutated turkey leg tore me up". The fourth time on the bowl I thought, "oh, man! I should write an article, I haven't done that for a while". The fifth and final time on the poop depository I thought, "this is exactly what I am going to write: a lot of crap". And it goes to show you to come up with an article, all you have to do is pull one out of you ass.

P.S. I am regular again.