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Bun Boy here. I'm the famous spokesperson for everybody's favorite eating place, the world-renown Bun Boy restaurant in Baker, California.
Let me tell you a little something about my hometown of Baker. Some glass-half-empty types see it as nothing more than a rest stop on the side of Rte. 15 between L.A. and Las Vegas. Those who really know how to live, however, have discovered here a mini-paradise in the desert. |
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For example, in much of the world you would need cable TV for the latest news and weather. Here in Baker, we say "Who needs that?" If you want news, stick your head out the window. You can see the whole town, so who needs to wait for a news report to find out what's going on?
And as for weather, what could be more current than looking out at the world's tallest thermometer right on your street? |
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There's plenty more to see here as well. Who could visit Baker without stopping in for some jerky at the Alien Fresh Jerky store? They have an awe-inspiring display of alien bodies in little jars on the counter, so you know that word about Baker has spread well beyond the confines of our own galaxy. And for those Earthbound travellers who are tired and need some rest, you can stop at the Mad Greek truck stop for some Zs in the back seat. It's right across the street from the Bun Boy, so you can get some breakfast when you wake up, no matter what time that might be. |
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Of course, for some the pleaseures of Baker just aren't enough. These poor, misguided souls are often attracted to the overindulgence a few hundred miles down the road in Las Vegas. But, really. Look at these people! Do they look like they're enjoying themselves? No, they're thinking "This is nice, but where's the Jerky? Where's the termometer?" |
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Instead of thermometers, the unfortunate people of Las Vegas have to settle for tall things like these sad recreations of Venice at the Venitian hotel. And there's nothing more pathetic than an indoor mall with Italian decor and gondola rides down the center of the halls. Sure people go there, but they know they're settling for second best. |
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Now you have to choose:
I want more! Take me to the next page (here at last).
No time to see more. I'm packing the car and heading for Baker! Take me back to the home page. |
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