nothing tastes as good as victory, man. except for maybe fresh baked pie. raspberry and peach pie, with a circle pattern crust (lattice-crust is so five years ago, man). fresh from the oven and sweetly baked deliciousness…it’s what victory tastes like.
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mmmmmmmmmm pie…
mine :
truly the one and only real american holiday. it has all the basic tenets of bein’ an american in one spectaculagganza: rampant consumerism, thinly veiled sexual exploitation, homoerotic competition, over-exaggerated brawn & prowess, media propaganda and good ol’ american sportsmanship. can you smell it? can you? it smells like freedom.