Jess, decked out in full nerd regalia, at her new home.
[South Dakota]
The scene right before we entered the Black Hills Forest.
Kayaker on right: Shit. I knew we should have turned left at Albuquerque.
Awaking from a long slumber, the last remaining British soldier opens his eyes to see General Washington's visage in stone. The scream could be heard for miles.
Well......shit.
After years of anticipation, we walk down the corridor that takes us to the outlook point for Mt.Rushmore.
Sean didn't know why TiVo asked for a sample of the triceratops' urine, and he didn't ask.
Droopy tail syndrome can strike anyone at anytime. Don't let this happen to you. Ask your doctor about Hardek today.
The lovely town of....wait, where are we again?
TiVo: Trics, don't ever leave me.
Hooray! Paper mache dinosaurs!
Meth is a huge problem in the doe community.
Jess takes us on a math-filled adventure in deer counting.
Jess' mom told her that the Black Hills were haunted by the ghosts of blah blah blah, we stopped listening after awhile. But we took this picture as proof we entered, just in case something happened.
