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Plane on a Stick. Yummm.

Please Buy Cigarettes But Don’t Smoke Them.

Man With Backpack and Shovel Heading Towards Interstate.

Must be Nice.

“Do you think we should get the car painted honey?”

Interesting Sight in Grocery Store Bathroom.

Register for the $1,000 Raffle and Win $500.

Went With the Grande Feast.

Interesting Use of an Old Shipping Container.

I Miss the Pay at the Pump. Why Don’t We Have These in the UK?

Crossing the Mississippi River.

The site of one of the strangest episodes in my life. Thirty years ago, on my way to college at Louisiana Tech University, my parents and I were driving my 1969 VW Bus to school and it just stopped running along this stretch in Louisiana. I was driving and pulled off to the right shoulder and a car full of guys that I had been chatting with on the CB radio pulled over to help. They offered to drive me to a repair shop in Monroe and get a tow truck.

I climbed in the front seat and sat in the middle. There were five guys in the car already. As the car pulled off my parents realized they just let me drive off with strangers and didn’t even write down the license plate.

At the next exit they pulled off and there wasn’t a thing around. They pulled into a dirt road and drove a few hundred yards up it. The car stopped and the driver turned to a guy in the back seat and said “What do you think?” I saw the guy in the mirror, he shook his head “No”.

I was scared shitless but decided the best thing to do was make small talk. What the hell was going on here. It could have ended with me being left gang raped and murdered in a pile of logs or as it did, they slowly backed the car down the dirt road and went back to the highway. They dropped me off at a service station in Monroe and sped away.

My old dorm at Louisiana Tech University is still in use thirty years latter. The scene of the exploding gun powder and my missing eyebrow incident. But that’s a story for another time.

A strange condom selection in a Louisiana bathroom. A choice between a Bin Laden condom or tropical flavors. I wonder how many they sell?

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