Next to KFC. Ahhh, George's dream...Porn n' Chicken. He asks for it each and every year
at Christmas and his birthday, and (so far) he has been sadly unsuccessful in his quest.
This particular billboard was immediately before THREE porn billboards less than 20 feet apart. What a riot!
Not exactly porn...at least...not technically....
Again...not technically porn, but this water tower cracks me UP every time we pass it. WHY would they do this??
They actually have a warehouse for these things!!
The Kiddo. Just like his uncle, he sleeps with his eyes half open. FREAKS ME OUT!!!
How'd ya like to live here?
Just think...if you lived here, you'd be home smellin' crap by now!
Isn't this just a bit much? A thirty foot steel tower extolling the joys of Christ? Come on.
Shatonya told me that they used to have one made of wood, but it burned down (imagine seeing THAT sight
while driving toward one of the many porn shops...a Jesus sign on FIRE.) So this one is now made of steel.
A long time ago, I used to think that all power towers were connected...throughout the entire country. Think about it...every time you see them, as you're riding down the highway, they always run up these empty spaces in between trees and fields as far as you can see, and then disappear over a hill somewhere. As a kid I thought there was a huge grid all over the nation and that every single one of them were connected...that if I got out of the car and followed them, I would end up in Chicago or something. Yeah, I know. I also should admit that, on this very trip, I asked George about this -- if they were all connected -- and he laughed his butt off at me. Well, hey! How would *I* know?? It's not like I ever followed them to find out the TRUTH or anything! ....shut up.
Aaaand this is the last one. We were starting to climb the mountains...complete with ear popping and everything. Now, George is WELL AWARE of my fear of flying off the side of a mountain (no basis for that one) or being severely injured in a car accident (from past experience, I KNOW it hurts and am not keen on recreating THAT lil' pleasure) yet he insisted on taking these mountain curves (where there were a surprising lack of guard-rails on the majority of the curves) at ohhhhh about 40-45 mph, despite signs warning drivers to slow to, like, TWO MPH. He was having fun...I was mentally apologizing to any and all individuals I had made fun of over the years and preparing to reunite with my grandfather and my dog Scooter from childhood, since we were obviously about to die. Before The End came, though, I felt it best to leave a clue for my family, the police, and all of you, so - while never lowering the volume on my screeching, I took this picture, titled "The Last Thing Gracie Saw Before Her Death!!" -- George found very little humor in that...and chose to slow down even LESS.
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