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we had a choice between two exits off the highway, their blue signs cheerfully promising us wendy's or mcdonald's. one town called croaker, the other, norge. this is the middle of buttfuck nowhere, virginia, and these places are called croaker and norge. we chose norge.

we must have driven five miles straight through looking for that damned wendy's. we never found it. what we did find were about ten different doll and teddy bear stores, three year-round christmas outlet warehouses, and cornfields. a lot of cornfields.

what. the. fuck.

creepiest town ever.

we kept expecting santa claus to jump out holding a bag of severed human heads and teddy bears with the children of the corn giggling softly in the background at our impending doom.