The Trades in Spain Fall Mainly on the...hmm. That's stupid. Sorry.

I'm sure you have been anxiously waiting with breathless anticipation for the following clip, and I'm proud to say that I have delivered what I promised: an in-depth look at what it really means to spend a day at the Men in Trades Fair. It is an awesome thing to behold, indeed. More than 700 students clogging the arteries of education. Every manner of weapon, wheelbarrow, and whatnot. Sparks flying, engines revving, and fires, uh, flaming with a flaminess unparalleled since, um, you know, that really big fire that one time. Let's see, there was nailing. Lots and lots of nailing. And amateur sawyers sawing with saws. And, what else? Um, some heated discussion of Chupacabras. Oh, and quasi-inebriated teenagers learning one of life's most valuable lessons: if an officer chooses to use a billy club on you, the law forbids him from whacking you on the head, the spine, and the groin unless he has been authorized to use lethal force. Know your rights! Just like the bumper sticker says: Life's Best Lessons Start Here.

Now, bear in mind that there is another day called the Women in Trades Fair. These two days are back-to-back. These two days are exactly the same. Well, almost. To get an idea of the difference, just mentally substitute all the dudes you see in the video with chicks. Voila! It's just that simple. Needless to say, I didn't get to the one for the chicks. Not for lack of trying, though. If you are saddened by this, I suggest you actually come to event next year instead sitting at home eating Cheetos by the bagful. Then you won't run the risk of missing all the junk I didn't around to shooting. Anyway, roll the picture...