This was a photo that was unfit to print according to decency standards. Thus spake the Topeka, Kansas Sam’s Club manager, who — in coordination with a “withered old crone hovering behind him, eyes popping, and mouth sucking open and closed, like a beached catfish” — spent several minutes tensely scrutinizing the photos at a Sam’s Club photo printing kiosk before making his decree. Not for publication about the store… simply to print in glossies for a customer, the author herself.
Nikol sums it up perfectly: “I don’t know why I expected better from a town that’s home to the church of godhatesfags.”
What’s The Matter With Kansas? Seriously. [Disgruntled Housewife]