Several months ago, I wrote a short article about a rather, er, “unique” place I passed while traveling: the Uranus Fudge Factory in Uranus, MO. My schedule didn’t permit me to stop then; but on a subsequent trip, I had a schedule that allowed a stop.
Yeah, it was worth stopping. The place was a hoot – a bit juvenile, but a hoot nonetheless.
The title of this article is what you hear from the sales staff on entering the place – spoken loudly and proudly.
more on Uranus HERE