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Fried Butter On A Stick, Outhouse Racing, And More State Fair Madness (PHOTO)

HuffPost Weird News     First Posted: 08/18/11 11:06 AM ET Updated: 10/17/11 06:12 AM ET

A state fair is not just an event, it's a state of mind -- an alternate state of consciousness where the normal rules disappear.

The logical side of the brain that tells you to seek a healthy balanced diet somehow decides that the four food groups include bacon, butter, chocolate and bacon.

Something in the air makes people who normally won't ride in a car that doesn't have air bags are suddenly willing to throw caution to the wind and go on rickety carnival rides run by grizzled carnies who may or may not have all their teeth.

People who are normally obsessed with their fantasy sports leagues, suddenly take a deep-rooted interest in pig racing or outhouse racing.

PHOTOS:

Outhouse Races
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The fried butter gets all the press, but the straight poop on the Iowa State Fair says the Outhouse Races is the event for true potty animals. Teams of four build outhouses before getting dressed up in goggles and boots. It's a multi-event obstacle course where contestant race their outhouses to a toilet so the "driver" can clean a chocolate smeared toilet with his or her heiney and digs through a pig-feed filled tub for a corncob, changes a roll of toilet before jumping back in the outhouse so to be pushed to the finish. It's all for a chance to win The Golden Throne, a toilet seat inscribed, "We're No.1 In The No. 2 Business." Runners-up have to settle for silver and bronze plumber's helpers.
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What gives?

Well, there is something about it that inspires people to revert to that joyous innocence of childhood, a time when it was possible to believe you actually had a chance to knock down on the milk bottles and win that giant trademark-violating stuffed animal you just have to have.

The state fair only comes once a year, but maybe these photos will bring back that deliriously delicious feeling long after the last 4-H member has sold Wilbur the pig to the friendly owner of a slaughterhouse.

Mmmm, bacon.