Lincoln is a college town, Division 1 to be exact. Frat boys have a lot of chest bumpin’, natural light chuggin’, I-love-you-bro huggin’, corn huskin’ pride here. Truth be told, it’s a state you drive through hoping you don’t run out of gas before you reach the next town. And that gas station convenience store has pretty unkept restrooms too: “No need to clean ’em, when no one stops in here enough to see ’em,” the owner might say.
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