Pinky hates cotton candy. When he was a young boy, the slightly older neighborhood nerd (whose name can now be seen on TV as one of the developers of America's Funniest Videos) had a cotton candy machine in his filthy little shed behind his single mom's duplex. If you pulled your pants down to your knees and ran from the shed door to the huge oak tree in the middle of the yard, you could have some cotton candy. Now, number 1--cotton candy looks like fun on a stick. Number 2--cotton candy tastes like a boring afternoon at your great Aunt's house. Number 3--performing prepubescent underweared antics for something good is probably what leads to fetishes. Number 4--performing said antics for cotton candy leads to thinking about dirty underwear everytime you are around cotton candy which is only sold where you are supposed to have fun. So here's your math for the day:
1+2+3+4=Carnival Depression
