Sean wore two t-shirts to ensure, should someone slip into the falls and get wet, he'd have a spare one to hand them when they got out.
Unsure if it was a shower, sex machine, or pneumatic tube, Sean let Jess try the contraption first.
The Corn Palace in its majestic glory.
First place in the science fair wasn't enough to save this young buck.
"Do you have any Pepto? I really should eat at fewer roadside diners, but Statue Jesus loves him some chili fries."
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?
Smaller sign on right corner: People not actually shades of gray.
Padre Michael was really fucking tired of lecturing to rocks.
They redo the outside every year. As this picture of a picture proves.
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.
Once again, Sean is distracted by something shiny in the distance, even though he's the one taking the picture.
Philosophical Duck always asks why.
This is Zeke. He's hiding a throbbing erection.
This is Zack. He has a problem with intimacy.
They really do love cutting things out of stone around here.