No horses are allowed into Fountain Inn unless they are wearing pants.
Apparently, all other South Dakota inns welcome naked horses.
It is illegal to lie down and fall asleep in a cheese factory.
I'm guessing, this way everyone will know you have been overcome by the cheese aroma and you have, in fact, fainted.
If there are more than 5 Native Americans on your property you may shoot them.
I can't even get my brain around this one. How do laws like this survive?
The wording of South Dakota's law regarding its poet laureate should go on the www.dumblaws.com list. The laureate is "appointed by the Governor to serve during the pleasure of the Governor." Yowza. I don't think I'd want to write that poem.Here is South Dakota Poet Laureate David Allen Evans, with his poem, "Neighbors." This poem touched a nerve for me. I'll explain why after you read it.
Neighbors
They live alone
together,
she with her wide hind
and bird face,
he with his hung belly
and crewcut.
They never talk
but keep busy.
Today they are
washing windows
(each window together)
she on the inside,
he on the outside.
The poem has a great ending. Read it at the Poetry Foundation.
Funny -- South Dakota law says nothing about Windex fights. But maybe it should. Maybe there should be a law against locking your fighting children in a small bathroom. Because one of them is going to get sprayed in the face with Lysol. Just sayin'.
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