He Who Laughs Last Thinks Slowest
Back in ’82, at the Isanti County Fair, I tried arm-wrestling a carnival barker for a shot at a glow-in-the-dark cowboy hat. Got smoked in ten seconds flat. As I rubbed my ego, the barker cackled, “He who laughs last thinks slowest.” My buddies roared, and I shuffled off, dreaming of revenge via funnel cake


