The Fearless Flores

Today, two spuds and miscellania went to the fair with me. Now, it was alright, me getting bets to kiss long haired beauties and being in a one man band chorus, but then near the end, it happened.

Ricardo happened.


Josh and I quickly figured out, "hey, this guy is actually RA!"

And Ra (the egyptian god of the sun) is number 3 on my list of heroes. It goes like this.

1. Richard Dean Anderson
2. Violent Gene
3. Ra (Ricardo)

Note that Koller is not up there, because it is impractical to put Koller as number one on EVERY SINGLE PERSONS hero list.

Anyways, this Ricardo did death-defying feats and other stuff, along with his assistant, Mexican-Woman-Whos-Name-I-Forgot. Wicked stuff, like the motorcycle globe of death. Anyways, I yelled myself hoarse, cheering his praises, so the least I could do was to give him 2 dollars for a photograph that was SIGNED!

I jumped with glee at this. I walked up to him, asked him for one, and he said,

"Here you go, bro."

I will never forget those words in my life.