My ass is displayed better than my hair
Here sits my chapless ass in my favorite wireless Burger King, and I think the first thing you should know is this: I sunburned my tits today. Not to the point where it looks like I've got bacon on my rack, and not on the nipples or anything, but my cleavage got just a little pan fried in the Badlands today.
Now that we've got that out of the way, let's talk about Wall Drug. All the way across South Dakota, there were signs upon signs upon signs with odd little advertisements for Wall Drug, but no real location. This went on for hundreds of miles before an actual exit was advertised. I have to say, if you can see all that, and you don't stop to see what all the fuss is, then your level of curiosity is sub-par and you can't be my buddy.
We stopped at Wall Drug on our way into Rapid City, but I just felt like the experience was missing, I don't know, a certain something. (No singing!)
Today I figured out what it was we were missing: Assless chaps. We went back to Wall Drug this morning.
I think Jim was enjoying the photographing of my ass just a little too much.
After our little sashay around Custer state park yesterday, Jim was feelin' just a little chummy with the buffalo.
Personally, I was just wonderin' where the big bunny's correspondingly large genitalia was.
Oh, like YOU wouldn't wonder, too!
And I could think of no better tribute to a badly replicated scale model of a national treasure than to salute it with my beloved but often misunderstood chaps.
Satisfied that we had acted stupid in Wall Drug for exactly the correct amount of time, we proceeded on to the next leg of our journey, the Badlands. Like my Mount Rushmore pictures, I have lots and lots of Badlands pictures that I will upload when I feel like bein' serious. That might not be until I get home. We'll see. In the meantime, I can tell you it was gorgeous, breathtaking, and extremely windy.
Even Jim couldn't contain his hair today.
I mentioned it was windy, right?
Tomorrow: Welcome to fuckin' Deadwood.
Now that we've got that out of the way, let's talk about Wall Drug. All the way across South Dakota, there were signs upon signs upon signs with odd little advertisements for Wall Drug, but no real location. This went on for hundreds of miles before an actual exit was advertised. I have to say, if you can see all that, and you don't stop to see what all the fuss is, then your level of curiosity is sub-par and you can't be my buddy.
We stopped at Wall Drug on our way into Rapid City, but I just felt like the experience was missing, I don't know, a certain something. (No singing!)
Today I figured out what it was we were missing: Assless chaps. We went back to Wall Drug this morning.
I think Jim was enjoying the photographing of my ass just a little too much.
After our little sashay around Custer state park yesterday, Jim was feelin' just a little chummy with the buffalo.
Personally, I was just wonderin' where the big bunny's correspondingly large genitalia was.
Oh, like YOU wouldn't wonder, too!
And I could think of no better tribute to a badly replicated scale model of a national treasure than to salute it with my beloved but often misunderstood chaps.
Satisfied that we had acted stupid in Wall Drug for exactly the correct amount of time, we proceeded on to the next leg of our journey, the Badlands. Like my Mount Rushmore pictures, I have lots and lots of Badlands pictures that I will upload when I feel like bein' serious. That might not be until I get home. We'll see. In the meantime, I can tell you it was gorgeous, breathtaking, and extremely windy.
Even Jim couldn't contain his hair today.
I mentioned it was windy, right?
Tomorrow: Welcome to fuckin' Deadwood.
Katy Barzedor proclaimed this to be so at 8:34 PM
14 of you felt the overwhelming need to say somethin':
That last pic is very hot. I knew you'd find Wall Drug irresistible. Me, too.
OK, if "deadwood" is where you want to spend your romantic getaway, we may need to call in Susie or something.
Two questions:
1. How many people saw you (and, I'm assuming, gave you bizarre looks) posing in your assless-but-worn-with-jeans chaps, in front of the Wall Drug sign?
2. WHAT THE HELL IS WALL DRUG, WOMAN?? You piqued our curiosity, and then let us down. We, The Internet as Your Ho, need to know.
re the last pic:
Yowza!
Hubba Hubba!
Oh, and FUCK JEANS.
Please do not say "dead wood" in front of the males...it weakens us.
That bunny has nice gloves.
That's great. I can just imagine the people's expression who were driving by and saw ya in those assless w/jeans chaps!
Hey, I love all the pictures. I can't believe I turned off my computer last night before you posted this. Sorry about the sunburn. Hope it heals rapidly and doesn't peel.
Aloe to cool the burn; shea butter to help keep you from peeling. That's my 2 cents.
I'm surprised no one has made a double entendre regarding Dead "Wood."
Here's hoping that the only dead "wood" you'll encounter during your getaway is the name of the town. Dunno about anyone else, I dig my wood to be alive and kickin'!
I second what LadyBug said: what the freaking crap is Wall Drug??!!
That rabbit doesn't look too happy about your pointing out it's inadequacies!
What about the wireless Burger King? Is there really such a thing?
Um, stop running around the country like a freak and get back here.
Here being your computer where you can update every day, or my house whichever you prefer. Im totally bored. Damn it.
I've never said this before, not joking and not serious. I am going to say this ONE TIME and never again.
That's hot.
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