Inspired by an archived DL thread.
I'm the goldfish in the plastic bag that your bratty kid just won at a ring toss game. I'll be dead in two hours.
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Inspired by an archived DL thread.
I'm the goldfish in the plastic bag that your bratty kid just won at a ring toss game. I'll be dead in two hours.
by Anonymous | reply 128 | August 22, 2024 1:14 AM |
I'm something evil, this way coming.
by Anonymous | reply 1 | July 20, 2024 10:37 AM |
I'm touched by a carny!
by Anonymous | reply 2 | July 20, 2024 10:38 AM |
I’m the hobosexual drifters lurking in the shadows and alleys between the tents.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | July 20, 2024 10:57 AM |
I'm the very questionable safety inspections of the rides.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | July 20, 2024 11:28 AM |
I'm Myrtle Lum
by Anonymous | reply 5 | July 20, 2024 11:48 AM |
I'm the monkey's paw from the elderly fortune teller that you took, even after she warned you and jiggled her neck flab at you and everything 🙄
by Anonymous | reply 6 | July 20, 2024 11:51 AM |
I’m the people who go missing.
by Anonymous | reply 7 | July 20, 2024 11:54 AM |
I'm the fat whore enjoying my fifth funnel cake.
Moving on to the ice-cream stands now.
by Anonymous | reply 8 | July 20, 2024 12:03 PM |
I’m the loud, obnoxious douche bro who’s the first to puke on the Zipper.
by Anonymous | reply 9 | July 20, 2024 12:05 PM |
I'm the fried Oreos.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | July 20, 2024 12:20 PM |
I'm the exhausted, toasted mom dropping off Timothe & Madison at the entrance, striking a curb and cursing it out on my way home in my G-wagon.
by Anonymous | reply 11 | July 20, 2024 12:21 PM |
I’m the dirty gypsy undertone.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | July 20, 2024 12:24 PM |
I’m blubby bellies protruding from clothing, as far as they eye can see.
by Anonymous | reply 13 | July 20, 2024 12:38 PM |
I'm the delicious nachos that are probably filthy with dirt, grime, spittle, and who knows what else, but still . . . yum.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | July 20, 2024 12:41 PM |
I'm the duck pond game.
by Anonymous | reply 15 | July 20, 2024 3:56 PM |
I’m the random carnival worker who is actually quite hot if I could get cleaned up.
by Anonymous | reply 16 | July 20, 2024 4:18 PM |
I'm the doomed parakeets that you can win by tossing quarters into the ashtrays on top of our small cages.
At least we're not the goldfish.
by Anonymous | reply 17 | July 20, 2024 4:42 PM |
I'm the loud squealing and clacking of the ancient, rickety rides.
by Anonymous | reply 18 | July 20, 2024 4:58 PM |
I'm the young boy plotting overly complicated schemes to pass by the (for the umpteenth time) the dirtiest and sexiest and least clothed of the carnies, always with at least one hand down his pants scratching a crab infestation or grabbing his meat to press it forward against his filthy shorts.
For all my clever scheming, I'm caught in the act more often than not, the carnies having an innate awareness of their charms, such as they are, and the people drawn to them, such as they are. "Hey kid, you like what you see don't you? Let me give you a better look."
by Anonymous | reply 19 | July 20, 2024 5:00 PM |
I’m actually Shen Yun.
by Anonymous | reply 20 | July 20, 2024 5:01 PM |
I'm Sniffies
by Anonymous | reply 21 | July 20, 2024 5:03 PM |
I'm the baby elephant that keeps dancing as long as the music is playing....even if it's 11 p.m. and I started before noon.
by Anonymous | reply 22 | July 20, 2024 5:04 PM |
I'm the pocket lady.
by Anonymous | reply 23 | July 20, 2024 5:20 PM |
I'm the candy apple that's going to break your tooth.
by Anonymous | reply 24 | July 20, 2024 5:42 PM |
I'm the giant power cables stretched in all directions that trip all the old ladies and the "family men" staring at the scantily clad teens rather than watching where they're going
by Anonymous | reply 25 | July 20, 2024 5:48 PM |
r19 That reminded me of my youth - so hot.
by Anonymous | reply 26 | July 20, 2024 5:50 PM |
I’m footman Jimmy, drunk and flashing my cash, not knowing that several men are following my hot, tight, blond ass for very different reasons.
by Anonymous | reply 27 | July 20, 2024 5:56 PM |
I’m the bottle of Dr. Good
by Anonymous | reply 28 | July 20, 2024 5:58 PM |
I'm Donald Trump!
by Anonymous | reply 29 | July 20, 2024 6:07 PM |
I’m the yearning. Everybody here wants something — they ache to fuck or run away from their homes or be beautiful or take risks on those rings at the top of the tent — one or two may even follow me. They don’t know I’ll never stop tormenting them. Never, ever, ever.
by Anonymous | reply 30 | July 20, 2024 6:16 PM |
I'm the emery boards suddenly out of stock the local CVS
by Anonymous | reply 31 | July 20, 2024 6:37 PM |
I'm the disturbing lack of police presence.
by Anonymous | reply 32 | July 20, 2024 6:47 PM |
I'm the Fortune Teller Miracle Fish.
by Anonymous | reply 33 | July 20, 2024 6:59 PM |
I’m cum dripping out of the ass of a young ranch hand that rode my cock in the urinal near the pig competition..
by Anonymous | reply 34 | July 20, 2024 7:07 PM |
I'm the "Karnival" app. You need to install it on your phone in order to gain entry into the carnival and to pay for food and rides. The Karnival app can only be installed on iPhones updated to iOS 17.
by Anonymous | reply 35 | July 20, 2024 7:08 PM |
I'm the middle-aged cop with a tense home life, investing the reduction in downstream flow of the town's river near the fairgrounds, confident that it's just beavers at this time of year. But I'll go out and take a look anyway.
by Anonymous | reply 36 | July 20, 2024 7:09 PM |
I'm R37, and R19 just made me cum
by Anonymous | reply 37 | July 20, 2024 8:59 PM |
I don't get the emery board comment. Explain?
by Anonymous | reply 38 | July 20, 2024 9:03 PM |
I’m the Town Mayor. I’m supposedly here kissing babies, shaking hands, and judging the pie contest. I’m really here to pocket my white envelope stuffed with cash to look the other way and just sign off on the planning and safety permits needed.
by Anonymous | reply 39 | July 20, 2024 9:54 PM |
A poor attempt at pulling in more tangential Needful Things humor, as if the mysterious Max von Sydow guy has to keep his demon nails manicured, R38. Apologies for my failure.
by Anonymous | reply 40 | July 20, 2024 10:04 PM |
I'm the little mirrors that get handed out as prizes. I have band logos or funny sayings on me.
by Anonymous | reply 41 | July 20, 2024 10:40 PM |
I'm the diet that consists of mac 'n'cheese,fries, and chicken tendies.
by Anonymous | reply 42 | July 20, 2024 10:44 PM |
^wrong thread
by Anonymous | reply 43 | July 20, 2024 10:45 PM |
I am the dunking booth that everyone is forced into, whether they want to or not. No one exits dry. The better clothes are the ones I want to wet most.
by Anonymous | reply 44 | July 20, 2024 11:01 PM |
r40 Next time, try to write in complete, coherent sentences.
by Anonymous | reply 45 | July 21, 2024 12:48 AM |
I’m the blue raspberry snow cone.
by Anonymous | reply 46 | July 21, 2024 2:31 AM |
Something wicked this way cums.
by Anonymous | reply 47 | July 21, 2024 2:41 AM |
I'm the the shifty-eyed scrambler operator. I have a thin mustache and a criminal record for scrambling someone's brains out a decade or so ago. Don't ask about my tattoo.
by Anonymous | reply 48 | July 21, 2024 2:55 AM |
I'm the powdered sugar shaker for the fried dough. I've been manhandled.
by Anonymous | reply 49 | July 21, 2024 2:56 AM |
I’m Zoltan the Fortune Teller. I only predict gruesome deaths.
by Anonymous | reply 50 | July 21, 2024 3:18 AM |
I'm Krystal, I'm a local gal stilll in high school, gettin' pregnant yet again this carnival week.
by Anonymous | reply 51 | July 21, 2024 3:37 AM |
I'm the Lion's Club chicken booth.
by Anonymous | reply 52 | July 21, 2024 3:43 AM |
I’m the bad, rainy weather that we (and all of YOU, too 🤣) will continually experience until we leave for the next town.
by Anonymous | reply 53 | July 21, 2024 3:57 AM |
I'm the owner of the carnival, Mr. Louis Cypher. As you can see by my red pinstriped suit, claw-like fingernails and pointed teeth, I am a normal person who deserves the benefit of the doubt. Do you like signing contracts? Step into my office-tent. It's the one where the entrance is a giant fiberglass head and you have to walk through the screaming mouth to get to the pitch-black abyssal space within. I think you'll be very happy here.
by Anonymous | reply 54 | July 21, 2024 4:14 AM |
[quote] A poor attempt at pulling in more tangential Needful Things humor, as if the mysterious Max von Sydow guy has to keep his demon nails manicured, [R38]. Apologies for my failure.
No failure on your part. It's been a good 30 years since I've seen that movie, and I remember nothing about it. I actually always mix it up with The Dark Half, which was another King adaptation released the same year.
by Anonymous | reply 55 | July 21, 2024 5:19 AM |
I’m the endless drone of fucking calliope music that makes you want to run away! Perhaps run away to a new woman who understands…. Run away periodically to escape the music… maybe get the dick wet a few times… America!
by Anonymous | reply 56 | July 21, 2024 6:29 AM |
I'm a puny cocklet-ed OP, hanging around the tents after dark, hoping to get ravaged by a roustabout with muscles and the taste of whisky on his lips.
by Anonymous | reply 57 | July 21, 2024 9:17 AM |
That's the dream we all share, r57.
by Anonymous | reply 58 | July 21, 2024 11:15 AM |
I'm Joan Crawford as the former "carnival dancer" out for revenge in "Flamingo Road."
by Anonymous | reply 59 | July 21, 2024 11:31 AM |
I'm the fried dough.
by Anonymous | reply 60 | July 21, 2024 11:33 AM |
r57 That sounds hot
by Anonymous | reply 61 | July 21, 2024 12:40 PM |
I’m the fat guy yelling at his toddler.
by Anonymous | reply 62 | July 21, 2024 1:02 PM |
Someone find a hot video of a carnival worker getting blown by a guy behind one of the rides!
by Anonymous | reply 63 | July 21, 2024 1:04 PM |
I’m stuck at the top of the 🎡
by Anonymous | reply 64 | July 21, 2024 1:06 PM |
I’m sausage and peppers and fried cheese and acid reflux
by Anonymous | reply 65 | July 21, 2024 1:09 PM |
I'm Billy, I make this one horse town every fuckin' year.
My job is to make sure the kids don't fall under the machinery but I don' give a crap.
I'm too busy side eyeing the closet cases who will pay $$$ to blow me after they've taken their wives and kids home but come back here after dark.
by Anonymous | reply 66 | July 21, 2024 1:12 PM |
I’m Chucklefuck Todd and I dropped my phone on the bladed spin wheels. I’m just going to sneak in and use my tactical skills to search for the damn phone. Serpentine! Serpentine! In the middle of the night. With two teenage ride workers yelling at me from the gates…and *WOOOOOMP*
by Anonymous | reply 67 | July 21, 2024 1:14 PM |
And once again, thanks to R66 yet another thread turns into Penthouse Gay letters...
by Anonymous | reply 68 | July 21, 2024 1:16 PM |
Hot
by Anonymous | reply 69 | July 21, 2024 1:28 PM |
I'm Angela Basset's 3rd tit in Freak Show; I give her the power to chew the scenery all season long
by Anonymous | reply 70 | July 21, 2024 1:59 PM |
We're the 12 year old girls who left their houses dressed age appropriately. Our parents think we're at Krystal's house; Krystal's parents think we're all sleeping over at Shania's house. Now we're clustered behind the Sno-Cone trailer, changing into slutty clothes and helping each other apply cheap makeup. We're squealing with excitement and can't wait to hit the midway.
One of us will never forget this night.
by Anonymous | reply 71 | July 21, 2024 11:14 PM |
I'm Betty Hutton, hysterically overacting while Jimmy Stewart runs around as a true killer clown...
by Anonymous | reply 72 | July 21, 2024 11:47 PM |
I’m the enormously obese fat women and guys with tattoos over every part of his body, and you don’t need to step into a tent or pay admission,
We’re frigging EVERYWHERE now!
by Anonymous | reply 73 | July 22, 2024 12:10 AM |
I'm the crying babies in strollers being pushed into that crowd of obese fat women, tattooed apes, bright strobing neon, screaming ride-goers, and puddles of puke to have nightmares for years. I'm facing outward in my stroller - my parents haven't looked at me or heard me since we got here.
by Anonymous | reply 74 | July 22, 2024 7:04 AM |
I'm the congealed, jaundice-yellow nacho cheese sauce.
by Anonymous | reply 75 | July 23, 2024 4:21 PM |
R3 👍 😁 Hobosexual 😁
by Anonymous | reply 77 | July 23, 2024 4:30 PM |
I'm the weight-challenged cisgender performer who identifies as female. Do not call me "the fat lady" or I will go off on you for your weight and gender biases!
by Anonymous | reply 78 | July 23, 2024 4:37 PM |
[quote]I'm the congealed, jaundice-yellow nacho cheese sauce.
That ain’t cheese, toots
by Anonymous | reply 79 | July 23, 2024 5:14 PM |
Carnie porn?
by Anonymous | reply 80 | July 23, 2024 5:16 PM |
I'm the blow job I just gave to the hot carny trash.
by Anonymous | reply 81 | July 23, 2024 5:41 PM |
I’m the Motley Crue mirror, with cardboard Greek key frame, that my friend and I won. On the walk home, it was tragically dropped on the train tracks. It split perfectly in half, and allowed us to communicate with each other when we weren’t together. Like walkie-talkies! Oh, isn’t St. Louis a wonderful place?!?
by Anonymous | reply 82 | July 23, 2024 5:59 PM |
I’m the upper plate to a set of dentures you find on your walk home.
You didn’t bring money with you and you didn’t take any away.
Once home, you will wash it, try it on, and then see if the dog wants to wear it.
by Anonymous | reply 83 | July 24, 2024 2:04 AM |
I'm the Oak Ridge Boys tribute band.
by Anonymous | reply 84 | July 24, 2024 4:12 AM |
I'm the pie eating contest!
by Anonymous | reply 85 | July 24, 2024 4:50 AM |
I'm the ride with missing parts.
by Anonymous | reply 86 | July 24, 2024 5:01 AM |
I'm stuck at the top of a ferris wheel. Nice view for five minutes but let me down now! Why must these seats rock?
by Anonymous | reply 87 | July 24, 2024 5:10 AM |
I'm the "Differently Abled" Show. Don't you dare say that "F" word!
by Anonymous | reply 88 | July 24, 2024 5:21 AM |
The DataLounge Freak Show is just the closest bus stop with commuters. The audience provides running commentary on open food, bad shoes, and questionable facial piercings.
by Anonymous | reply 89 | July 24, 2024 11:38 PM |
I am the vomit spewing out of the mouths of the kids on the Tilt-A-Whirl.
by Anonymous | reply 90 | July 24, 2024 11:41 PM |
I'm the croaking Ferris wheel, ready to collapse under the weight of Kystal and Branden's heavy petting.
by Anonymous | reply 91 | July 25, 2024 12:07 AM |
I'm the town tramp who's fucked every straight male in town. I have no marriage prospects due to my reputation and no job prospects since I dropped out of school.
Maybe I can hook up with a carny and he can take me away from all this, but he'll probably leave me stranded in the next town.
by Anonymous | reply 92 | July 25, 2024 1:36 AM |
I'm the 10-dollar funnel cake
by Anonymous | reply 93 | July 25, 2024 1:48 AM |
I think every carny has a full bush. They don't look the type that they care, and I'm all for it.
by Anonymous | reply 94 | July 25, 2024 6:26 PM |
I'm Ray Bradbury, suing for copyright infringement.
by Anonymous | reply 95 | July 25, 2024 6:27 PM |
I'm Edna Murgolis, the carnival operator's surly wife. I have a wart with three long hairs and a bad attitude. I'm fanning myself in the shade tent with a People magazine and cursing the day I got married.
by Anonymous | reply 96 | July 30, 2024 5:16 PM |
I'm the drugs
by Anonymous | reply 97 | July 30, 2024 5:28 PM |
I'm the exhausted, abused pony who'll be giving thankless rides to your zeppole-fattened brats for the duration of the carnival -- which may or may not extend beyond my tragic life expectancy.
by Anonymous | reply 98 | July 30, 2024 6:04 PM |
More please...
by Anonymous | reply 99 | August 4, 2024 4:11 AM |
I'm the greasy, butter-soaked fried dough. I will sit in your stomach for weeks.
by Anonymous | reply 100 | August 5, 2024 3:18 PM |
I love fried dough from county fairs.
by Anonymous | reply 101 | August 6, 2024 10:31 AM |
R101 Fried dough covered in powdered sugar...yum
by Anonymous | reply 102 | August 7, 2024 2:03 AM |
I'm the high school girl who gets fucked by the sleazy hot and hung carny in the camper. I love every fucking minute of it and go back for another ride the next day, and I tell my gay friend who is scandalised and insanely jealous.
by Anonymous | reply 103 | August 7, 2024 2:09 AM |
I’m the titties popping out of the skanky outfits on the Tilt-a-Whirl.
by Anonymous | reply 104 | August 7, 2024 2:12 AM |
We are the new led filament bulbs randomly mixed in with the old Edison bulbs on the electric garlands, rides, and barker stands. But of many different color temperatures and wattages. We add to the menacing Schizoid vibe.
by Anonymous | reply 105 | August 7, 2024 2:13 AM |
I'm R103 experimenting with this new lifestyle. Beats being fucked by stepdad. My gay friend, Toddy, and I are going hang with the carnival and see where it takes us. Toddy aches for the Tilt-A-Whirl guy.
by Anonymous | reply 106 | August 7, 2024 2:18 AM |
I'm the sound of the dry fall leaves skittering across the pavement in the midnight wind, the sounds of quiet footsteps behind you as you hurry, the music of the distant calliope and the far off muffled screams
by Anonymous | reply 107 | August 7, 2024 2:27 AM |
I'm the big load of jizz fucked into a hole in the back of the mouth of a stuffed pig that the carny arranges to award to a 13 year old girl. I'm still wet. And I don't smell yet, but I will, later on, in the girls bed.
by Anonymous | reply 108 | August 7, 2024 2:36 AM |
R108 Interesting...
by Anonymous | reply 110 | August 8, 2024 1:55 AM |
That’s sounds very personal and specific R108.
Got a story to share?
by Anonymous | reply 111 | August 9, 2024 12:38 AM |
I'm the lady fortune teller you happen across. She is full of crap.. or is she? She tells you sonething that starts you on your magical journey that will fill the rest of the pages of the book. .
by Anonymous | reply 112 | August 9, 2024 12:43 AM |
I spent the most magical night of my 12 year old life there!
by Anonymous | reply 113 | August 12, 2024 12:48 AM |
I'm the lost child. Am I really lost or am I abandoned when the carnival moved on? What will become of me...
by Anonymous | reply 114 | August 21, 2024 7:03 PM |
I'm the cheap but cute looking bootleg stuffed animals that are not made to last. You can easily find one of me in a cheap bootleg toy store that somehow was allowed to set up shop in an upscale shopping mall (money laundering?).
People obsessed with winning or impressing their girlfriends will go to great lengths, spend a ton and money, trading and leveling up just to win one of me. Even though the games are mostly or entirely rigged.
One man even spent his life savings at a carnival in order to win a large ridiculous stuffed banana with dreadlocks. Sad empty people obsessed with principle and shallow victories tend to be the biggest suckers.
by Anonymous | reply 115 | August 21, 2024 7:33 PM |
[quote]One man even spent his life savings at a carnival in order to win a large ridiculous stuffed banana with dreadlocks. Sad empty people obsessed with principle and shallow victories tend to be the biggest suckers.
Sounds like Vegas.
by Anonymous | reply 116 | August 21, 2024 7:40 PM |
R117 I've heard of deep fried Oreos and deep fried Coke but that is even more ridiculous and deranged. Why do so many people in this country (especially those who are white trash or white trash from down South or the Midwest) have such an intense and enthusiastic obsession with deep frying just about everything?
And I thought some of those bizarre early 20th-midcentury cookbook recipes and most of English cuisine were bad! Deep fried butter just about takes the cake.
by Anonymous | reply 118 | August 21, 2024 8:02 PM |
I’m locking my doors and windows. Security alarm engaged. Outdoor cameras activated.
by Anonymous | reply 119 | August 21, 2024 8:42 PM |
I have been touched by a hobo
by Anonymous | reply 120 | August 21, 2024 8:47 PM |
R120. I love homeless porn!
by Anonymous | reply 121 | August 21, 2024 8:48 PM |
And as if that wasn’t enough of an indignity I was touched by a carny….several carnies!
by Anonymous | reply 122 | August 21, 2024 8:48 PM |
I'm the missing items stolen from local residences while the unsuspecting residents enjoy the delights of the carnival. Not to worry, I'll look into it.
by Anonymous | reply 123 | August 21, 2024 8:49 PM |
Did one ever pick you up and carry you? Asking for someone who started a different thread.
by Anonymous | reply 124 | August 21, 2024 9:35 PM |
R124 Yes.
by Anonymous | reply 125 | August 22, 2024 12:04 AM |
I am the Dust Witch, creeping around your houses in the darkest hours of morning and looking for two young boys with names Halloway and Nightshade...
Read it every fall when it starts to get colder.
by Anonymous | reply 126 | August 22, 2024 12:25 AM |
R127. Jesus!
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