I was in a hay-stacking competition. The event involved four nights of performances. My team of four competed against two other teams. We had thirty bales of hay. We stacked them three across in a triangle shape. The final hay tower was ten bales high. I was the man who stood on the top hay bales and caught the bales that my team threw at me. There was a jumbotron television set behind us ensuring that every man, woman, and child could see us from the audience. Unfortunately, the ground was wet most of the nights because of rain during the previous day. This prevented us from using the draft horses to carry the hay bales during the start of the race. After the fourth night, there was an after party. We drank and smoked with some real locals. Conversations got interesting when the racist jokes came out. Also, at 1 AM, we stacked hay in a drunken stupor to commemorate the week’s activities. Needless to say, it fell over. Luckily, no one was seriously hurt.
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