Flori-weird, the definitive edition

Seriously Florida, seriously!?:

I get to go shopping in an orange? An orange? Unhappy? Don’t want to shop in an orange? What about this thing:

And, while you are at it, book a room at this place:

But be careful of what lurks in the parking lot:

Don’t want to buy your Florida junk in an orange or a wizard? Have you considered a space ship?:

I thought the orange looked like a spaceship, then I saw the actual spaceship. And, if you are going to be an alien, be a patriotic one:

Down the block, an alternative for the person who didn’t want to travel/shop in the vehicle from My Favorite Martian:

And, as the last image, this weird Floridian vacationer:

Flori-weird, McDonald’s Edition

I am going to coin a new term. Texas does everything bigger. Florida does everything weirder. Your garden variety McDonald’s is turned into a neon wonderland:

In Ronald we trust:

World’s best place?:

The inside is a total disappointment. No, just kidding:

I wanna be big, big I tell you!:

The moon was singing Chuck Berry’s “Rock & Roll music”:

We’re in Florida, so we need a gator:

The hand the holds the hamburger rules the world:

Finally, one nation under Ronald: