We were lured to Little America, Wyoming by flashy billboards and 50 cent ice cream cones. It was just a strange but boring place, like a self-professed collector of weird things who only owns like three things in his carpeted apartment. It’s really just a micro-community based around a motel.
1. We’ve arrived at Little America. Okay, so what do we do here?
2. A dinosaur. Alright.
3. A buffalo. Yeah, okay.
4. Penguins on the roof? (Well, at least we know the reason behind that one now.)
There you have it: Little America.
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talktostrangers said:
Yeah, I think I’ve got these exact same photos…
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