Mortified and thoroughly embarassed for my planet, I want the aliens to take me away NOW. Please. In lieu of that, one shot from the Death Star should take care of this abomination and possible future taste infringements.
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It is too tacky. Now if it could be changed to “UW”?
Now if we could do something like that for N.O.: maybe something in the swamps that reads: “SAVE SOUTHEAST LOOZIANA!” along with a Fleur di Lis.
Maybe it’s to our benefit that the first impression alien races have of us is that we esteem kindly old gentlemen that serve delicious fried chicken.
Unless they take the same view of the Colonel as Stuart Mackenzie.
“Look at the size of that head!”