Today, Sarah Lyall of the New York Times joins those two in the upper echelons of the media elite, with a piece entitled "No Snickering: That Road Sign Might Mean Something Else," which is accompanied by this photograph:
One struggles to overstate the importance and hilarity of this article. For instance, we learn that for those who live on Butt Hole Road, life is anything but clean and regular:
“If they ordered a pizza, the pizza company wouldn’t deliver it, because they thought it was a made-up name,” Mr. Hurst said. “People would stand in front of the sign, pull down their trousers and take pictures of each other’s naked buttocks.”
As further proof of the existence of comically-named townships, the Times provides this delightfully labeled map:
And just to round it out, there's a place that doesn't appear on the map called Slutshole Lane, in Norfolk. Now you know.
Last month we awarded our first ever "Excellence in Journalism" award to the WSJ for an article exposing the hidden underbelly of Chuck E. Cheeses nationwide. We are proud to say our new champion of reporting is "Butt Hole Road." We did it, guys. We really did it.