Somewhere, Dr. Freud Fainted

H/T @NamelessCynic

That’s gonna be at least 3 sessions at $300/Hr.

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9 Responses to Somewhere, Dr. Freud Fainted

  1. Sometimes a weiner is just a weiner.

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  2. RevZafod says:

    Uranus fudge factory? How much will it cost to get the Santorum off?

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  3. Weird Dave says:

    Hope they used a condom…

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  4. Jimmy T says:

    When I lived in Illinois as a youngster I would see the Oscar Mayer weiner mobile from time to time. Just driving along the highways like it was an everyday event. Never saw the town of Uranus though. Kinda would have liked to though. Reminds me of an old joke. “What do you call a group of anuses fighting for their rights?”
    “A bowel movement.” I’ll see myself out…

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  5. gruaud says:

    There’s a mini-golf place called Uranus Putt Pirates across the street.

    That is some kind of wonderful.

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  6. We would travel past Uranus Fudge on the road trips to visit Mrs. BDR’s mom in Ohio; we giggled like 12-year-olds the whole time.

    There are also (almost literally) alternating billboards admonishing people to find Jeebus and ‘Adult Entertainment Superstores’ along that stretch in Misery.

    This provoked more giggles.

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  7. Redhand says:

    So, I Googled.”Fort Uranus,” which appears on the sign.

    This is not an actual place. Instead, it’s a deliberate “pun-filled” set of stores on Rt. 66 in Missouri, where the double entendres are intentional, not Freudian.


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