The ever diligent Mahal draws the rabbit's attention to the Montana Testicle Festival - expressing some doubt as to whether on not he had stumbled across an ingenious hoax. Nope! It's all for real! Testicles? Yum! (allegedly). People go for holidays there. And it's not at all like Skegness.
It claims to be the world's largest testicle festival. What competition it may have for this accolade remains obscure. Its motto is 'I had a ball at the Testicle Festival' I suppose no-one should be surprised at this. What do 15,000+ poor loons, sorry aficionados gather to eat? Erm - bull testicles - also known as Rocky Mountain oysters (the rabbit actually knew this already - don't ask why). The testicle festival website helpfully explains 'the membrane is peeled, marinated in beer, breaded four times, and deep fried to result in what appears to be a fat breaded pork tenderloin'. With veins I gather. An uplifting thought the veins.
You can't bring children or booze (the latter prohiobition is so that they can sell you theirs). Once there activities are not confined to tucking in to bull's bollocks. There is a lot of drinking going on - probably to get rid of the taste of the bull's bollocks or - more likely - because these people are drunks.
Here a typical Montana Whatsit Festival drunk tries to work out what those lumps on the young lady's chest are. More seriously, why her nipples are coyly covered in black rectangles and his are not is a mystery to the rabbit. In fact a black rectangle covering him completely would be a good move. Classy, I'm sure you'll agree. Always nice to see people entering into the spirit of things. And for the single man, the chances of meeting some attractive female company would appear to be.... I'm sorry, I can't keep this up.
Oh and they have wet tee shirt contests, But don't bother with the tee shirt. So if that's where you fancy for your summer holiday then fair play to you. I'd sooner go to Skegness - if absolutely forced to choose one or the other. I think.