My stomach is churning at the very thought of it. I'd eat one.

Hadn’t intended.

Deep fried deep fry. A city just has a gondola to get around by? Ohio, they say — but it feels gay, No streets, just husks and a corndog regime. No buses, no bikes, no late-night drive-thru, Just funnel cakes and hushpuppies blowing on through. The mayor wears crocs, the sky smells like pie — In gondola-town, where logic goes awry

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