You might have heard that yesterday was America’s 232nd (edit: 231st) birthday. If you didn’t, then I’m sure you were reminded when you heard Karl’s proudly booming voice proclaiming “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMERICA!” echoing across the greater metropolis area.
A couple of my friends ate birthday pie to celebrate:
Chaos ensued:
And now I gotta go back to work.
Wasn’t it the 231st birthday?
By gum, you’re right.
It looks rather wet in those pictures. Did it rain on your proverbial parade? Because it downpoured here.
It did rain for a little while, yeah. Nothing like the downpour you got there though.