I laugh everytime I see these signs. This guy is all over I-70 W when you first enter Indiana. I don’t know about you, but if my last name were Raper, I wouldn’t be slapping it all over billboards. We’ve come up with a few different catch phrases for his stores, my favorite being “Come get Raped!”
This is on the side of a house along Derby Street in Salem, MA. I think it’s great.
I was behind this guy on the way back from Maddox’s book signing. I found it funny, but at the same time, I wanted to punch whoever the owner was. Did I mention I hate H2s? They are the epitome of American over-excess. Keep patting yourself on the back for keeping us dependent on foreign oil so you can haul lattes and groceries. And while you’re at it, slap another Chinese-made yellow ribbon on the back. God, you’re so patriotic.
And please, come up with a better comeback than “You’re jealous you can’t afford one.” Because I’m not. Not in the slightest.
Someone left a Darth Vader mask down the path from Union Cemetery, and John put it on. It didn’t fit very well.
I swear the picture’s real. The Bunghole is a liquor store in Salem, also along Derby Street.
View of Rockport, MA from the end of Granite Pier. One of my favorite photos I’ve ever taken.
The Pig Rock was just down the road from our campsite in the Adirondacks.
That’s funny you post that about the Raper sign. We went to school with a lot of the Raper kids. When we had convocations back in the day, they always did roll call last name first. Poor Scott always got teased being called Raper Scott