Happy 4th to my American cousins.
I’ll eat a hotdog and drink some watery beer while thinking of you (or is it “y’all?”)
My work week:
Monday: 8am-12:00 noon, off the rest of the day
Tuesday & Wednesday: off
Thursday & Friday: work
Saturday & Sunday: off
Not too bad, I think. 
I like the Fourth as much as most people, really. It’s fun, it’s relaxing. Of course, we’ll be grilling, because this is Michigan, and just like on Memorial Day, it is the law, you know.
What annoys me though is the fireworks. Don’t misunderstand–I do like fireworks. But M80’s at midnight on the Sunday before the holiday are a little…well, let’s just say there’s a few less brightly lit places I can think of to explode those things at that time of the night, you know?
:thumping chest in idiotic drunken 'merikun fashion:
There’s only one real beer for the 4th of July…Sam Adams!
And, for the blokes across the pond:
You don’t frighten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person. I blow my nose at you, you empty-headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
PPPPPPHHHHHHHTTTTTTTHHHHHHHHH!!!
Now go away before I taunt you a second time!
Hey, they’re the only blue and red smilies I can find!
Happy 225th Birthday, America! And Hi to our British friends who have apologized for that fighting (and, though it may be cliche, hi to Opal too, I guess)
Happy Birthday y’all. Here, have another beer on me.
Oh, it was beautiful, as well as hilarious. If I had a hat, I would have taken it off and sung the song.