Put down the crack and step away. Yes, I know it makes you feel funny inside. This is not a good funny you’re feeling. This is a bad funny. This is like when Uncle Norway got drunk and put the lampshade on his head and danced on the table and then fell over and hit his head and he ain’t been quite right since.
Now, I understand your thinking. Unity. Diversity. Strength. Honor. Truth. Justice. The American Way. But for the love of the Congress of Vienna, that looks like a test pattern on a television.
“Honey, whose tanks are those invading? Can you make out the flag?”
“It looks like they’ve got a TV with a test pattern. It … it might be Tuvalu. Isn’t their TLD .tv?”
But I’ve never had congress in Vienna…honestly, Matron, I wuvs only you.
Actually, I’m much more concerned over the Euro currency which - and I don’t have any about my person to verify this - apparently depicts an old man’s flaccid penis on the right-hand side . It’s the currency I don’t have about my person, but thank you for asking.
London Is-that-a-Euro-in-your-pocket-or-have you-prematurely-aged Calling
Apparently, the flacid penis is specifically Sweden.
There’s a Power Station joke there that I’m not going near. Not yet, at least.
And that flag- dear, sweet, Jesus. That looks like something my monitor would spit out after a memory crash.
Wow. A flag that can provoke an epileptic seizure. That’s new.
It looks like the kind of fabric that you’d buy at a thrift store so you could make the pants for a 1970’s disco-pimp halloween costume, just before you realized that it was a really bad idea and went as Jon-Benet Ramsey instead.
