I’m sure the folks on Cannibal Road are lovely people, I just won’t be attending any of their dinner parties. These are the streets that you don’t want to find yourself driving down – trust us, no good can come from a stroll on Buckets of Blood Street. No matter what Google maps tells you, taking a detour through Broomrape Lane is sure to result in regret. Proceed with caution…
Swimming, horseback, Jesus and crippling addiction await you at Meth Bible Camp.
When your date tells you she lives on Blueball Ave, take that as literal sign that you won’t be getting lucky.
Ever home is a broken home on Divorce Ct.
Write your own damn booger joke.
It intersects with I’m Forever Crying Lane.
Let’s just say it’s best not to let Mr. Whiskers out of the house.
This could only be better if the cross street was Ribbed Ave.
How much more warning do you need?! Skip this street on your trick or treating route at all costs.
No cause for alarm, everything is cool. They’ve got a neighborhood watch to keep any murderous cults in check.
This is what happens when you let 13-year-old boys pick the street names.
Somebody’s really pissed off about this and somebody else is delightfully amused. Guaranteed.
You know that your crotch has really touched the community when the city names a street after it.
I just love the visual that this street conjures up.
Everything about this street sounds incredibly unpleasant and “dead end” seems accurate… along with internal bleeding and shame.
Seriously?! Nobody in the city planning department picked up on this? Not one person on the team attended junior high school?!
I’ll take my chances with Broomrape Lane if it means avoiding Shades of Death Road.
Poor little fella.
Not the best route for your morning jog.
The residents love to throw dinner parties.