Oh, yeah, let's suck some toads
May 18, 2010 | While reading this morning's news, I came across a reference to the Toad Suck Festival in Conway, Arkansas. Have a "toadally" good time!
Mind, to the best of my knowledge I have never been to Conway, Arkansas. In fact, I've never heard of Conway, Arkansas. But can anything called "Toad Suck Daze" be a good thing?
Inquiring minds want to know? Who's doing the sucking? Is it the toad? Or is someone sucking on the toad? Whatever, it purportedly puts in you a daze. Well, I should think so.
Kiss a toad and discover a Prince. That I get. Not likely to happen, but at least I get the premise.
But "Toad Suck Daze" — let's just say that "Daze" is a cutesy spelling of "Days." So then, in Conway, Arkansas, they have a period of some days (at least more than one) in which people suck on toads? How disgusting!
At a visit to toadsuck.org, one can find that the origin of the phrase refers to activities at a local tavern, at which they, "suck on the bottle 'til they swell up like toads."
Of all the things my mama used to say, she never once mentioned anything about sucking toads. At last, there is something for which I can be grateful!
Lest I be perceived as mocking — well, I am. Give me a break: the "toad dome"; the "toad store"; and the "toadal kids zone"? What is this nonsense?
The town of my birth, Hastings, Minnesota, and its environs has its share of daze: there's Tater Daze in Brooklyn Park; Prescott Daze across the river in Wisconsin; the Polar Daze Festival in Bemidji (OK, that's stretching the meaning of "environs" quite a bit) — but you get the idea. "Daze" is something small-town folks like.
Go ahead— tell your best friend you're going to the Toad Suck Daze. I dare you. I double-dare you.
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