Evil, Cammo and the Spartans

One of my arch enemies, we'll call her Marge, wished us well on our journey and hoped that we would encounter no evil along the way. Unless having the first car I picked (a Chevy Cruze) taken away due to the recall for possible engine fires counts, we were evil-free until the middle of nowhere Indiana at a truck stop Wendy's.

There, if one so desired, one could pick up this fine little number for a country western song and a cheekful of chaw. Yes, the evil cammo rules in the great Hoosier state. Who'd have thought? It was hard to resist picking it up for my friend and Michigan State alumnus, Mr. Nichols, but a truck stop Hoosier (more like a St. Louis Hoosier), traded me some fresh roadkill for it since it was the last one on the rack.

Mmmmmmm...sautéed possum... MUCH better than truck stop Spartan cammo...