a carny's sacrifice for the good of mankind

Everyone is so exited when the carnival comes town. For a few weeks a year we can forget about our prison of an existence, we can cross dress in women's and men's clothing, be comforted and warmed by the salty smell of barn-animal droppings, and reminisce of a time when we frolicked free in the wild. The clowns make us laugh and the sideshow freaks remind us of how lucky we are that we're not like them. Oh, and the joy of the kiddies, who get ever so high on sugary pink fairy floss, and shake the contents of dinner around on the rides, only to vomit their guts out afterwards; cleansing their little souls and stomachs for the challenges ahead. The carnival and the circus, joy to thee... but let us not forget those Jesus type carnival folk, who sacrifice their wellbeing for the pleasure of us all. May they obtain a special place in heaven, and flourish as we repay our eternal debts.