Ya know, the more I look at ’em the sorrier I feel for ’em.
The father’s seems the only one allowed to wear grown up pants, the son’s only got sock up, the mother looks knock-kneed and the daughter is wearing her clothes like she’s used to hearing her panties up around her some-day-she’ll-have-boobs.
They all have recessive genes (red hair and Christ knows what else, flabby white legs and diarrhea at the very least.) so they must be using a shallow wader for a gene pool.
Ok, their ancestors came to the middle of this god forsaken country to be as far from the coasts as you can get.
Anything to get away from the fuckin’ Lofoten Wall, the smell of fish guts, weather that’s unrelentingly damp, cold and gray, wind-borne snow that blows sideways for weeks on end and an appalling suicide rate caused by voorsikness aka weather-sickness. (When the weather relented enough to try, they used to send a runner in a small boat into a shore town before trying to weigh anchor to make mail deliveries because sometimes everybody had committed suicide. [The North Atlantic weather is no fuckin’ joke.])
The only place that has comparably crappy weather is the Faroe isles.
I was born not too far from there. The states sometimes let the local farmer cut the shoulders, so he can bale the grass for feed. If not the county just uses a motor grader to blade 2-3 ft off the paved shoulder and let the rest of the ditch grow wild. Maybe once every couple years a truck will be used to spray anything bigger than a small shrub.
Actually this picture was taken in the summer of 2003. (Janklow was in office from January 2003 to January 2004. [He resigned in 2004 after being convicted of manslaughter for his role in an automobile accident.])
Real snappy dressers, no?
They have an insouciance about fashion that’s reminiscent of the Soviets, more specifically, the Ukrainians . 🙂
No one can say South Dakotans don’t know how to have a good time. They often take the whole family to see the “Welcome to South Dakota” sign just for fun.
That poor little girl has got such a wedgie she’d have a camel toe if only she wasn’t still a virgin.
My old buddies would call that “sun-burnt, corn-fed, pre-tit poon-tang” and mutter something about if she ain’t old enough to bleed, she ain’t old enough to butcher.
But I can see her Ma heading down to the glory hole or the local watering hole and shoving a few ears of corn up where the sun don’t shine for some pin money.
Remember driving down an interstate highway is South Dakota in the early 90s when the highway just disappeared and became a field with highways signs along it…actually drove to the next town through this field/highway. The town looked like it was from the 1920s.
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We ain’t Iowa, but we’re danged close!
Well that’s why they’re fly-over states…
You don’t want to land there, that’s for sure. (Well… Maybe for cattle mutilations. 🙂 )
That photo is nothing compared to the freaks in California.
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Ya know, the more I look at ’em the sorrier I feel for ’em.
The father’s seems the only one allowed to wear grown up pants, the son’s only got sock up, the mother looks knock-kneed and the daughter is wearing her clothes like she’s used to hearing her panties up around her some-day-she’ll-have-boobs.
They all have recessive genes (red hair and Christ knows what else, flabby white legs and diarrhea at the very least.) so they must be using a shallow wader for a gene pool.
Didn’t see no zombies. False advertising. Left unsatisfied.
At least we aren’t North Dakota.
South Dakota – the wedgie capital of the mid-western United States.
Har! Now that was good!!!
I think they’re in Wayside Park (the end of the 212 just coming into South Dak.) but it really makes no difference.
They’d survive an apocalyptic nuclear holocaust because nobody, not even Satan, gives a shit…
They are in the middle of fuck nowhere. 🙂
A Fly Over state for sure.
Dvorak’s family photo…
South Dakota – Where camels have toes.
Is it just me? Or does the dad in the photo look like a young John C. Dvorak? Nice hair.
That ain’t hair, that be a Ra-Coon!
One of these things is not like the others…
One of these things just doesn’t belong…
Good Norwegian stock.
Question: if a lonely Norwegian farmer marries his sister and they have kids, is he their uncle of their daddy? Uncle Daddy?
Das a right. Dey’s good Norsk stock.
Ok, their ancestors came to the middle of this god forsaken country to be as far from the coasts as you can get.
Anything to get away from the fuckin’ Lofoten Wall, the smell of fish guts, weather that’s unrelentingly damp, cold and gray, wind-borne snow that blows sideways for weeks on end and an appalling suicide rate caused by voorsikness aka weather-sickness. (When the weather relented enough to try, they used to send a runner in a small boat into a shore town before trying to weigh anchor to make mail deliveries because sometimes everybody had committed suicide. [The North Atlantic weather is no fuckin’ joke.])
The only place that has comparably crappy weather is the Faroe isles.
The highway is a little overgrown…
I was born not too far from there. The states sometimes let the local farmer cut the shoulders, so he can bale the grass for feed. If not the county just uses a motor grader to blade 2-3 ft off the paved shoulder and let the rest of the ditch grow wild. Maybe once every couple years a truck will be used to spray anything bigger than a small shrub.
70s just called it wants its clothes back
Actually this picture was taken in the summer of 2003. (Janklow was in office from January 2003 to January 2004. [He resigned in 2004 after being convicted of manslaughter for his role in an automobile accident.])
Real snappy dressers, no?
They have an insouciance about fashion that’s reminiscent of the Soviets, more specifically, the Ukrainians . 🙂
Dvorak family vacation?
Nope. No leash on children
South Dakota – Where men are men, and pants are worn high.
Our farm only uses top grade pesticide.
Proof that it takes a long time for fashions to migrate from CA or NY.
Looked up Janklow on Wikipedia. What a creep. I’m afraid to say what I read about him because he might sue me.
Back on topic:
No one can say South Dakotans don’t know how to have a good time. They often take the whole family to see the “Welcome to South Dakota” sign just for fun.
“Under God the people rule.”
State motto.
Mom woont let us ware hot-pants, so we’s hitched up our shorts to set the bate ! Them boys back home appreciate the effort.
That poor little girl has got such a wedgie she’d have a camel toe if only she wasn’t still a virgin.
My old buddies would call that “sun-burnt, corn-fed, pre-tit poon-tang” and mutter something about if she ain’t old enough to bleed, she ain’t old enough to butcher.
But I can see her Ma heading down to the glory hole or the local watering hole and shoving a few ears of corn up where the sun don’t shine for some pin money.
Man, some pretty crude comments, and a bit creepy.
North Dakota family trying to appear as if they are from South Dakota.
Remember driving down an interstate highway is South Dakota in the early 90s when the highway just disappeared and became a field with highways signs along it…actually drove to the next town through this field/highway. The town looked like it was from the 1920s.
Looks like these people are related to the Griswolds
Nah, that picture is a little bit funny in a sad pathetic way.
There is NOTHING funny about Chevy Chase, or any movie he’s even been in (except for caddyshack, and only then because Bill Murray made up for him.)
Look what the republicans did to us up here!
Yes, they saved some land for future generations.
Unfortunately, this is a family of illegals, thanks to the Dems.
This pic again? Can you guys find any new material? Geesh.
Marv was proud that his children were all winners in their class at the annual South Dakota “Wedgie” competition.
Get the bikes! On to STURGIS baby!
Wooooot! Camping out at the Buffalo Chip and going to raaaage!!
McCollough;
Why don’t you post your high school yearbook photo, and we can all make fun of YOU?
[Me? Ok Faxon..here ya go! One of me and the boys… ed.]
The Moose out front should have told ya!
Attack of the Billie Jean King clones.