My outlet Dress Barn moo-moo
As I drove back to Duke after Thanksgiving on I-95, passing by the lush, bountiful and exciting scenery that constitutes the southeastern seaboard, I came to several glaring conclusions, pieced together partially from a sea of billboards—one being that I can’t really give a convincing lie when I attempt to describe a cesspool. And that the marketing director for the “Repent for the End of Times is Here,” “Thank the Lord for Jeb and George Bush” and the “Stay at Plantation Inn” with a Confederate flag flying overhead billboards must be commended with a tall latte and okra.