I love Virginia. Especially the wildlife. Summer, drivin’ down I-95, state flower, traffic cone. 'Cos it's the natural habitat of the state bird, the front loader, playin' with his friends, bulldozer, backhoe. Their mating call wakes me up every morning (backup sound). You know you’re in Virginia in the summer when the electronic highway signs read, "We're sorry." I question the sincerity of a billboard apology. Hooters billboards promise bimbos and only sell chicken. I’m sick of the lies.