Halleluiah!
I've gotten off my butt (actually found time) and took Satan on a tour of my town and the surrounding bits. Without further ado here's our day of adventure:
The cloth was my copilot:
It wanted to know more about the area:
Can't go to the "Dairy State" without going to a cheese factory:
After eating all that cheese I was a little out of focus. But I still think this sign is hilarious. Would you want to live in Pittsville? Life in the Pitts!
And considering the subject nature a suitable altar needed to be included:
Oh almost forgot! We had to go to Green Bay to see the Lambeau right?
No really we were there! Okay so gas prices kept me from going.
I have ONE more thing to pick up for Cambria and then it's in the mail. So guess where I'm going on lunch today?
Sorry for being so slow.
DB if'n ya want the embiggened pics then I'll email 'em to ya.
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Why I do believe it's pants-less o'clock! - Lar deSouza
”The mind is like a parachute, it doesn’t work if it isn’t open.” - Frank Zappa
Created using photoshop and absolutely no talent. - reyrey