Well, Don’t Go Hopping in Your Cars Just Yet

Crunk is about the most ordinary place on the whole road.  There’s a gas station and over, off the road, are some houses.  Nothing says “Crunk, unincorporated,” which we were really hoping for.

So, I declare Crunk a big dud.

And I’ve caught the Butcher’s cold, so I think I’m going to take a nap.