Suckintenial

So, normally, this time of year is the annual Clay City Fall Festival. That's three days of lame-ass, po-dunk entertainment that allows the local churchfolk and the local methheads to congregate in a social setting. But not this year, oh no! This year is the Great Clay City Sesquentiniel! That means it's three days Jamfreakingpacked with ultra lame ass, po-dunk, suckbags entertainment! Woo!

Man, normally I avoid the Fall Festival like the Plague. I'm definately avoiding the Sesquintenial (what the hell is a sesquentiniel anyway?) like it's the Black Plague. Thankfully, I've already bought up my survival supplies for the week, so I'm good.