The way the paint shines on this thing, it reminds me of something.
And by "something", I mean the way animals look when they're rescued from oil spills.
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I love my country. I fear the unsolicited marketing surrounding it.
Let's just get this out of the way:
I love my country. I feel incredibly blessed, even in the worst of times, to live here.
That being said.
Patriotism is best shown in your actions, not how many flags you display.
Questions? Comments? Submissions? Hate mail?
Send 'em all to patriotism.gone.wrong@gmail.com
(Hate mail will be mocked mercilessly and, depending on the vileness, posted with full headers.)
I love my country. I feel incredibly blessed, even in the worst of times, to live here.
That being said.
Patriotism is best shown in your actions, not how many flags you display.
Questions? Comments? Submissions? Hate mail?
Send 'em all to patriotism.gone.wrong@gmail.com
(Hate mail will be mocked mercilessly and, depending on the vileness, posted with full headers.)
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- Classy.
- Born to be Mild
- The Eagle has landed.
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- Hey little sister, what have you done...
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