The sign said

Tonight I went out to St. Helens to visit my brothers. As I went to pick up Phillip, I randomly elected to go the slightly slower route through town. I suppose I did it somewhat to relieve the monotony of always going the same way.
Well, as shocking as it is to find a feed and seed in a small, hick type town, so redneck that it handles country fest every year, there is, in the middle of town, a feed and seed.
I think the best part of driving through town is the signs. First, you have all the ads for redneckfest..."How do you spell country?" I must admit, every sign gets it wrong. I thing the say "KUPL" but you and I know the correct spelling of country is "KRAP".
Even better, on the feed and seed is a sign, "Tomato Cages".
Yeah. Keep them tomatoes caged. We don;t need them doing what uncaged tomatoes do. This is a family blog, so there will be no wisecracks about uncaged tomatoes breeding like rabbits. We will not discuss our fears of a tomato takeover if they were left uncaged. No steamy details about "Tomatoes in prisons; Caged Heat VII" will be forthcoming. But I will admit to a certain amount of relief now that I know we have the proper repository for tomatoes. Keep them babies caged...at least, until the next politicians come through.