Thursday, April 12

When do the jets fly past?

I never find Americans backward in coming forward.

And still get amused at how they have to sing their National Anthem at every sporting event, and unfailingly cheer at the penultimate line while some American Idol cast off moronically scats an a cappella ad lib.

I once counted how many flags are on display during my drive into work and stopped when I reached a 100.

This is one of those every day amusements that only I seem to find amusing.

America's original brand of brain destroying fake sugar.

They should start printing the year on the packet. "Because it was like, totally like, 40 years ago, man. Dude that's like an antique."



Just as a point of non-interest. I prefer the blue packets.

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