The rising Crimson Tide washes tailgaters onto the playing field—or so they later claimed to the referee.
Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day. Fish for a man and he is food for a week.
To be honest, John and Juan are still on the fence about their friendship.
Promenade across the floor, Shimmy right on out the door, Henpeck a chicken, buff your cat, These DJ beats are really fat.
Moonbeam's compost-powered hybrid generates a respectable 32 fruit flies per rotting banana peel.
Referring to Twinkie-Poo as an accessory pet was their first mistake.
Head 'em up, move 'em out, send 'em down...the snowboard wranglers of Aspen hoof it on the slopes.
Cruising with the Stepford wives of I-95.
Inspired by Emanuel Leutze's famous painting, Washington Crosses the Delaware.
Reptilian life-forms rule the beaches of Florida. Most are slow-moving, but some will strike without warning at a 4:00 p.m. dinner special.
As it turns out, Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara's passion for one another was easily doused by local firefighters.
Sometimes extreme surfing is more about the board than the wave.
Farmer Abe is justifiably wary of little green men, but this wee fellow has big eyes for taters...not to mention he pays in solid gold.
Bugsy's mom is thrilled that he's running his own lemonade stand this summer. And to think, he hasn't rubbed out any of his playmates since June.
After bouncing back from harrowing crashes all season, an unknown racer won the Indy 500 by driving as if he had nothing to lose.
Every summer you see them emerging bright yellow from their green jackets: the children of the corn.
There's no place like home, but if your house is frequently blown aloft, it helps to wear a parachute indoors.
Brave belles explore the outer reaches of the Kentucky Derby hat.
A Mardi Gras float is only as good as its cleanup crew.
If you find yourself in a pinch, just rub the swollen area with moxie.
Today the crabs decided to have a picnic of their own.
The British are coming! How Paul Revere figured it out is anyone's guess.
Machines will never replace humans in manufacturing or caption writing. Ha!
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Some places have a dry cold. In Minnesota it's a nice cold, okey-dokey?
Slow-cooked meat that's finer than frog's hair and tenderer than toad love.
The wakeboarding scenes were edited out of Mark twain's books for brevity.
Curiously absent from Lewis and Clark's journals is Gaston, their faithful manservant.
Chimney Rock has to be around here somewhere.
What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, hopes Gilbert, who rarely stage-crashes showgirl performances back in Des Moines.
Robert enjoys climbing in the White Mountains for the solitude that only untouched wilderness provides.
Dreams come to life on the Jersey shore, and some nightmares as well.
People tend to shy away from probing questions in the Land of Enchantment.
Give me your tired, your poor, your creamy masses of tartar sauce.
The truth is that while Wilbur did most of the flying, Orville had other interests at the Kitty Hawk beach.
Home, home on the range, where the reruns of Three's Company play.
Ohio puzzles presidential candidates, but kids love living in a swing state
Home to famous cattle drives. Tailgate their methane-powered rides at your own peril.
Free-range chickens flee gluten-free hipsters at the FreeBird food truck.
The heavyweight cheesesteak champion is also a patron of fine arts museum stairways. *A note to Pittsburgh, you are featured in the upcoming 50 States of LEGO book.
Sometimes a quahog decides to stuff itself.
Annie May mixes Southern culture both genteel and otherwise in her customized off-road Charleston house.
A chance encounter provides inspiration for large-scale sculpture in the Black Hills.
One can't help falling in love with a peanut butter, banana, and bacon sandwich.
Rounding up the little doggies who've lost their way.
Delicate arches and delicate noggins collide in the Utah backcountry.
Vermont is celebrated for playing a crucial role in 1983's hit song, "Sweet Trees (Are Made of This)."
In the Navy you can do just what you please.
We can only close our eyes using clothespins.
There's just five minutes left of Bobby's uneventful shift in the mine.
After jumping the shark, Arthur Fonzarelli limits his outdoor activities to helping with the traditional Wisconsin cheese harvest.
Never feed Yellowstone's grizzly photo bombers with the attention they so wildly crave.