End of season clearance. Everything must go!
M-O-O-N, that spells moon.
Not as random or as clumsy as a blaster. An elegant weapon, for a more civilized age.
Hey, I miss the old County Fair swings too.
Come on bruh, it's only $1.
So what are you trying to say?
How did the park sell this..
... and continue to sell this?
Hello, where have you been all season?
Husband: Say, what do you say we sip our vino and contemplate riding the Carolina Cobra.
Wife: That sounds like a fine idea. Let's sit over here.
Husband: Say! Do you think this is the '07 or '08?
Wife: Silly, there was no '08 with this label. They didn't produce that year, remember?
Husband: Oh, silly me, I forgot.
Husband: Nice legs though. I detect hints of oak and cherry blossom, with a hint of juniper berries.
Wife: I think you're picking up the scent of the plastic cup. It interferes with the nose.
Husband: Sigh. Maybe you're right.
Wife: Do you think the Carolina Cobra is supposed to make that much noise?
Husband: It is rather noisy, isn't it? I would warrant that the particular manufacturer of this coaster does not craft this brand of coaster as skillfully as perhaps others might.
Wife: But do you think it's supposed to make THAT noise?
Husband: No. I dare say the Carolina Cobra... rattles! HA HA HA HA.
Wife: You're not funny.
Think I better leave this caption alone.
As if $23,000,000 wasn't enough.
Alvey? Can't say I do, but I never met the man. Although I think it's missing a B.
(Couldn't find one for Novak).
Wife: My wine is warm.
Husband: You're not holding your cup right. You're supposed to grip it at the top with your thumb and index finger. You're holding it at the base and the heat from your hand is...
Wife: Don't tell me what to do. I'll hold it however I like.
Husband: Yes, dear.
Wife: Wait. What just happened?
Husband: That's odd.
Wife: Did the Carolina Cobra just get ... stuck?
Husband: It did indeed. It valleyed.
Wife: It what?
Husband: Valleyed. That is the correct term I believe.
Wife: How did you know that?
Husband: Read it online somewhere.
Husband: Some fansite devoted to amusement parks, coasters and the like. All sorts of topics are covered there. Paint, ride operations, construction. Trims.
Wife: Well I guess we're not riding the Carolina Cobra. Finish your wine. I want to ride the Carolina Goldrusher.
Husband: After that, can we ride the Carolina Cyclone?
Wife: No. It's too ugly. It needs to be painted.
....In other words, WHO THE @#$% DRINKS WINE AT CAROWINDS?!?!?!
I Can't Believe It's Not Margarine!
Glad they identified this thing.
Maybe I don't feel like it.
Of cloudless climes and starry skies.
Bye Patrick. Don't be sad.
No more, I promise.