One of my amusing little hobbies. Signs. Of what, I'm not sure. (Trouble reading? Click on the picture to enlarge.)
Not that anyone would reconsider getting flung sixty feet in the air.
Kids are fine, but you gold panners stay the heck out.
Thank God. Don't know what I'd do if I couldn't get refrigerated worms at three o'clock in the morning
Hannibal Lector, instructor?
What, you thought it was only a song?
And people say we have no culture out here.
This left me speechless. And I think the lady behind me was packin'.