Sure. You’ve heard about the hunting with turkeys, and what’s possibly the “greatest” “bar” on “Earth”(I minored in air quotes at Berkeley), and you probably think the Island of Kentucky sounds awesome… but it is not awesome! “How could a place with wet flannel competitions not be awesome?” you ask? Well, I’m here to elucidate (I majored in English Lit -- NBD, bro).
Speaking of irony, everyone on this island seems to… enjoy things? It’s like they have genuine emotions and feelings beyond self-removed condescending narcissism – what, are they children? Imagine watching a volleyball match and being like, “Hey, that looks fun. I call next!” What is that? And why are the boundary lines marked by peoples’ bloodhounds? Bloodhounds ate my ferret. Do you think I trust them not to shimmy in tighter so my militant spikes always land “out”?