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Let me ask you a serious question for a minute. Try and emotionally detach yourself from how much of an asshole you
know I am and how every night before bed you clasp your hands together and vehemently beg and plead with your
benevolent lord to violently smite me. Tuck that all away and try and answer this dispassionately: Who would you
rather bang: The guy who travels around for his own amusement taking pictures of roadside memorials to put on the
web; or the guy who travels around for the Kansas Historical
Society taking pictures of roadside markers to put on the web?
It may be fat, unkempt, misshapened and attached to mentally retarded chicks with low self-esteem, but I
definitely get more pussy than that guy. Right?
Ok, maybe I'm wrong, maybe that guy does it for you. Perhaps you were molested by the curator of the
Eisenhower Presidential Library during your
formative sexual years and developed a deep-rooted sexual proclivity for authorities on Kansas history. I'm
not judging.
If that's the case, you'll definitely love this roadside memorial picture. Allow me to get your butthole moist:
If you look over the redheaded assfuck's right shoulder you will see
Kansas Historical Marker
#86 for Troy, KS. Which erotically details how presidential candidate Abraham Lincoln gave a speech in
December 1869 and then in 1872 some newspaper editor moved there. And your cock holes are going to flush with
passion when you read further and find out that associate supreme court judge Charles Whittaker was born there.
Wait a minute. Now I see it. I'd much rather blow Historical Marker chronicler guy, too. I was wrong,
he definitely pulls more poontang than I. But, at what price? I bet he gets at least 10 legal and death threats
for every one of mine. Roadside memorial chronicling, like pimping, ain't easy.
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