Jess (under her breath): Sean, start the car. I'm gonna goose Lincoln and then we're hauling ass outta here.
They really do love cutting things out of stone around here.
This is Zack. He has a problem with intimacy.
This is Zeke. He's hiding a throbbing erection.
Philosophical Duck always asks why.
Once again, Sean is distracted by something shiny in the distance, even though he's the one taking the picture.
The entire exterior is made out of corn. Except for the lights. Those are the trapped souls of 19th century slave labor. Still, I bet they liked corn.
They redo the outside every year. As this picture of a picture proves.
Padre Michael was really fucking tired of lecturing to rocks.
Smaller sign on right corner: People not actually shades of gray.
Jesus: Hey you. Yeah you. Can you help a prophet out? This guy next to me likes to show his heart to everyone. There are a dozen gnomes lurking around, and I think I saw a gargoyle making love to a flamingo. I'm pretty sure that ain't kosher. Can...can you take me with you?
"Do you have any Pepto? I really should eat at fewer roadside diners, but Statue Jesus loves him some chili fries."
First place in the science fair wasn't enough to save this young buck.
The Corn Palace in its majestic glory.
