Lake of the Ozarks is the BIGGEST LARP in Missouri

If you went to the Lake of the Ozarks for Labor Day weekend or any holiday weekend over the summer, congratulations. You just committed the ultimate larp. Especially if you're from St. Louis. And I made a video a while back asking what the ultimate larp in St. Louis was, but this might be the ultimate larp in Missouri. Period. And I think it's gotten worse ever since that Ozark show came out. I mean, I blame Marty Byrd for all this fuckery. But even then, like, as I've gotten older, and maybe I'm in the minority here, but the Ozarks is dog water. Backwater jacks should be called dog water jacks. I mean, you got chicken strips, but you also have chicken heads, chads, chuds, just a bunch of drunks, some of the most unsanitary people you'll ever meet, both internally and externally. And I think as I've gotten older, I've really like, hated the Ozarks even more. And maybe I don't get it. Maybe I'm in the minority, maybe it's because I don't own a boat or own a lake house, but I just can't stand the Ozarks. It's also the first and last time I've ever been to a golden corral. It's also the first and last time I've ever seen someone light a firework out of their butt crack, not once, not twice, but three times. I mean, I just I can't get down with the redneck rivera. It's also the first and last time I've ever been to a golden corral. It's also the first and last time I've ever seen someone light a firework out of their butt crack, not once, not twice, but three times. I mean, I just I can't get down with the redneck rivera.