I'm still giggling about this....
So Laz and I went up to the northwoods of Wisconsin yesterday to visit some family. Now, we love going up there for our loved ones, and to see the lovely scenery.....but it's a love hate thing because the further you get up, the more unbelievably hick people become. I don't mean your standard country folk....I'm a Nascar fan and I'm tattooed and I have little porcelain bunny figurines in my yard. I'm fairly white trash / redneck myself. But some of the characters you run across up north are responsible for the birth of total hick stereotypes (Deliverance, anyone?...I swear if you listen hard enough you can hear Banjo's playing softly in the distance once you cross the Price County border). Laz's ex wife and her husband are two prime examples themselves.
But as we were leaving hicksville around dusk last night, we stopped for a quick photo shoot in a really cool old little cemetery that I wanted to check out. The first thing we saw upon pulling in not only dropped us to the floor laughing, but it firmly cemented what we've been trying to say all along:
These people need help. Proof is in the picture.

You just KNOW someone had to actually make an attempt at this to necessitate this sign.
"Dear lord, we ask that you take our beloved Aunt Martha into your kingom"....
BOOM!!!!
"I got one!! Did you see the rack on that one?? Musta been a 20 pointer!!"
And they are allowed to reproduce....
And what happens if the dead come to life? You're supposed to lure them out of the gates of the graveyard before you can blast them?
Un-freaking-believable. I should send this to Leno....
So Laz and I went up to the northwoods of Wisconsin yesterday to visit some family. Now, we love going up there for our loved ones, and to see the lovely scenery.....but it's a love hate thing because the further you get up, the more unbelievably hick people become. I don't mean your standard country folk....I'm a Nascar fan and I'm tattooed and I have little porcelain bunny figurines in my yard. I'm fairly white trash / redneck myself. But some of the characters you run across up north are responsible for the birth of total hick stereotypes (Deliverance, anyone?...I swear if you listen hard enough you can hear Banjo's playing softly in the distance once you cross the Price County border). Laz's ex wife and her husband are two prime examples themselves.
But as we were leaving hicksville around dusk last night, we stopped for a quick photo shoot in a really cool old little cemetery that I wanted to check out. The first thing we saw upon pulling in not only dropped us to the floor laughing, but it firmly cemented what we've been trying to say all along:
These people need help. Proof is in the picture.

You just KNOW someone had to actually make an attempt at this to necessitate this sign.
"Dear lord, we ask that you take our beloved Aunt Martha into your kingom"....
BOOM!!!!
"I got one!! Did you see the rack on that one?? Musta been a 20 pointer!!"
And they are allowed to reproduce....
And what happens if the dead come to life? You're supposed to lure them out of the gates of the graveyard before you can blast them?
Un-freaking-believable. I should send this to Leno....

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