...or as I prefer to call it, The Cleavage Festival, was the not so grand finale of our Spring break festivities. The place is a freak show and I cannot recommend it. We fit in there like Mormons at a Hell's Angels rally.
I hated it.
I hated it.
Every single minute of it.
Admission and rides were overpriced, the food was mediocre, and the entertainment was ridiculous. In other words...the kids loved it.
Where else can your daughter buy a fox tail and wear it all day chanting:
Where else can your daughter buy a fox tail and wear it all day chanting:
I'm a fox!
Um, Huzzah?
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