I saw two more big ladies of note while road tripping in September, both in Pennsylvania.
The well-loved big cow of Wilkes-Barre. She’s just up the road from the dilapidated big coffee mug.
This big mama stands outside of the Turkey Hill Experience.
A fine roadside specimen. Plus, there is gas and ice cream right there. But I suppose if you’re lactose intolerant, those two things may always be together. ::ba-dum-dum-tsss:: Try the veal! Ooooh, awkwaaaaard…
Pretty sure I’ve mentioned it before but, why, why, why do they have to make those milkbags so veiny?! GROSS!