Let’s face it. Driving on the interstate is boring as all get out. Our speed limit is 70 mph in most places, which makes zero sense when no one else is around, but I digress. To break up the asphalt time, my asst Sarah and I stopped at South of the Border for a few photos. Why this place exists I have no idea. I had heard of it from friends, and didn’t even know we were going to pass by it.

So if someone tells you it’s creepy there, they’re probably right, but go ahead and get out of the car, laugh, jump and smile for even this random place can be hilarious.

A M E R I C A - loves whoop ass and unicorns

Self-Portrait Portraiture?

beard \ giraffe

OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM

Don't hit the camera

Jungle Gym

Get out, a self-portrait?

LIES ALL LIES! - it's south of the border baby

hey-o PEDRO

I wanted to get inside the shoe BADLY, then I remembered we already have a giant shoe on wheels in Augusta.

We stopped both ways for a good 30 min to an hour. You should too.