Doodle towne USA

Welcome to ye olde doodle towne USA, where a simple folk gather in towne square for a pie cook off, horseshoes, and ayahuasca ceremonies. The air is thin, and the locals like their cigerettes unfiltered. There is no day light savings time, and Barak Obama usually stops by to say hello. When the sun goes down, the moon comes up giving off high amounts of radiation, enough to make a child grow a sixth finger. There isn't a single law in doodle towne USA, only that you don't judge your fellow freak in the street(that's punishable of up to life of incarceration in the local leach/flee/mosquito barn).