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In an exclusive and of course, absoutely reliable rumor, Valleyfair maintenance staff revealed the true purpose of the stakes and markings in the vicinity of the General Store and Sports Bar.
"So, ya see...we had a lil' time off, checklists done an hour ahead of schedule, ya know?" snorted Lurvy McCracklin, lubrication technician. "We just wanted to play a frickin game of horseshoes in the knoll and the minute we set up the stakes, what happens? Some fat bastard in a greasy shirt snaps three billion photos, squealing 'Rollycoaster! Rollycoaster!' We tol' the dipshit better, but ya'd think he had a fried cheese stick in his ear."
"Nahhhh. Pronto Pup. Prolly saving it for later," chimed in physical plant custodian Tennessee McCoy. "But the next night, I was done touching up paint on some rides early? And we decided to have us a lil' fun."
"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. First we thought we'd just spray 'construction' marks at random 'round spots that make no damned sense. But once Tennessee painted a trail of pavement spots that led to the Sports Bar bathroom--like ooh, what a clue, now go change your undies--the battle to top each other was on."
"So Lurvy starts in with these stakes surrounded by pylons, right?" guffaws Tenneesee, scarcely able to breathe. "And starts puttin them EVERY damn where. All along the Lazy River, then right next to the big family tube slide, all up in the waterslide exit zones like whooooooo, you're gonna be looping all over the park. Right. Listen up, ya pathetic, snack-chompin' lardasses! Put down the camera--"
"And the fried-up Twinkie bars!"
"--yeah, that too--and Get. A. Mo-Freakin' LIFE! At least there's real, actual women in the waterpark--not the imaginary ones they see on their DVDs. Leathery with liver spots, smoking a Marlboro and high-mileage droopy? Yeah, maybe. Okay, more than likely. But hell, it's a start."
"An act of mercy, sure. That's it," fired back Lurvy. "I'm a regular Mutha Theresa."
"But after they trip over a low-lying chain or two following these trails, at least they can ask someone who'd really know what we're building next year."
"Another Camp Snoopy, bitches!" chided Lurvy. "Dammit! I said that out loud!"
"So, ya see...we had a lil' time off, checklists done an hour ahead of schedule, ya know?" snorted Lurvy McCracklin, lubrication technician. "We just wanted to play a frickin game of horseshoes in the knoll and the minute we set up the stakes, what happens? Some fat bastard in a greasy shirt snaps three billion photos, squealing 'Rollycoaster! Rollycoaster!' We tol' the dipshit better, but ya'd think he had a fried cheese stick in his ear."
"Nahhhh. Pronto Pup. Prolly saving it for later," chimed in physical plant custodian Tennessee McCoy. "But the next night, I was done touching up paint on some rides early? And we decided to have us a lil' fun."
"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. First we thought we'd just spray 'construction' marks at random 'round spots that make no damned sense. But once Tennessee painted a trail of pavement spots that led to the Sports Bar bathroom--like ooh, what a clue, now go change your undies--the battle to top each other was on."
"So Lurvy starts in with these stakes surrounded by pylons, right?" guffaws Tenneesee, scarcely able to breathe. "And starts puttin them EVERY damn where. All along the Lazy River, then right next to the big family tube slide, all up in the waterslide exit zones like whooooooo, you're gonna be looping all over the park. Right. Listen up, ya pathetic, snack-chompin' lardasses! Put down the camera--"
"And the fried-up Twinkie bars!"
"--yeah, that too--and Get. A. Mo-Freakin' LIFE! At least there's real, actual women in the waterpark--not the imaginary ones they see on their DVDs. Leathery with liver spots, smoking a Marlboro and high-mileage droopy? Yeah, maybe. Okay, more than likely. But hell, it's a start."
"An act of mercy, sure. That's it," fired back Lurvy. "I'm a regular Mutha Theresa."
"But after they trip over a low-lying chain or two following these trails, at least they can ask someone who'd really know what we're building next year."
"Another Camp Snoopy, bitches!" chided Lurvy. "Dammit! I said that out loud!"
