Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight, o’er the shopping carts we watched, were so gallantly streaming.
This image aggravates me more than having the bloats and bad hair on date night. And I took the picture! Masochist! Also? I’m pretty sure you go directly to hell on a slow bus with a seat next to psycho babbling, off-his-meds Charlie Manson for dumping stolen shopping baskets at the base of our nation’s flag. In my perfect pink princess world, you do, anyway.