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When I was growing up in Mississippi, these circuses would come into town and drive stakes into the asphalt at the parking lot of the Piggly Wiggly. They’d be there for a couple of days, take everybody’s money, and leave. The signs on the rides weren’t even in English. They were in some Germanic language. So picture a circus ride unfolded out of a beat-up semi trailer, and some chain-smoking carny standing outside of ‘Der Funderhausen’ (The Funhouse?) with airbrushed images of busty women vaguely resembling Sally Field in Smokey and the Bandit, but done so poorly they had two left feet. The feeling was that we got the carnivals nobody else would take. This is what I came to call the Danish Circus, and the name stuck. Welome to my very own Danish Circus. Here you will find the humorous, the weird, and the downright outre’. Step right up, kid, the first peek is free! Ringmaster Don, Esq. |
