I am in Florence, Kentucky, which is a suburb of Cincinnati.
Here are some pictures:
This is a picture of the penis I saw on the first day. I was walking out to the car, I heard a flutter of blinds and I looked up. There it was, swinging away, adjusting the blinds unabashedly. My first instinct, which I obeyed, was to crouch behind the car and stifle my screams and giggles. This was after Daniel overheard a drug deal happening in the next room.
"Green tea." This stuff looked like some sort of cleaning fluid and tasted like what I imagine antifreeze would taste like, were you to mix it with a 1:1 sugar ratio. The worst part is people probably think this is a better choice than regular soda.
I have no words for this.
Daniel complains about the financial crisis or expounds on the wisdom of Jon Stewart, I can't remember which. Annie looks on.
Drive through pies. Apparently before I got there, the pies were made out of some sort of candy bar. I guess that is fairly symbolic of midwestern cuisine, kind of like taking two cans of soup and combining them, or using products made by Frito-Lay as an "ingredient" or doing something really horrible like adding marshmallows to sweet potatoes.
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Don't miss out on the ultimate Midwest Lunch: a fluffernutter sandwich! Marshmallow cream and peanutbutter between two slices of wonderbread.
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