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This excludes you as well.

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but there are no british in california
only me

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Last I checked, California has an ocean. And despite this, they don't participate in the annual tea-dumping ceremony that every other state does. Even Alaska does it, and their ocean is just a massive brick of ice.

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Last I checked, California has an ocean. And despite this, they don't participate in the annual tea-dumping ceremony that every other state does. Even Alaska does it, and their ocean is just a massive brick of ice.

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this is a thing?

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Can confirm, went to Alaska.

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you are very good at inspection of elements

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Or F12ing.

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Any in-browser webpage manipulation.

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Last I checked, California has an ocean. And despite this, they don't participate in the annual tea-dumping ceremony that every other state does. Even Alaska does it, and their ocean is just a massive brick of ice.

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Iowa doesn't do this. We release a wild wolf in the middle of the most populated area of the capitol in respect to the fallen natives who died under the british and early americans.

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Iowa doesn't do this. We release a wild wolf in the middle of the most populated area of the capitol in respect to the fallen natives who died under the british and early americans.

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He means sea-bordering states. Non-oceanic states come up with other traditions.

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This. In West Virginia we all gather in the Eastern Panhandle and form a marching line as wide as the border itself, then hand everyone flags such that people are carrying them in an alternating pattern. One guy carries the US flag, and the other the Old Gold and Blue. We then charge through our backwater woods and scream at the top of our lungs the entire chorus to Country Roads repeatedly until we reach Morgantown, home of WVU and state Sports Capital. We then drag every single couch out of every apartment and house we can find and drag them out onto the streets. Then, under the cue of our benevolent governor Earl Ray Tomblin, we simultaneously light every single couch ablaze to signify to those up on the International Space Station that we West Virginians are celebrating America. Then we all grab 32 guns apiece and carry them all over our shoulder as we sprint as fast as we can all the way down to the Virginia border, where we stand perfectly at the border, without crossing it, and fire our guns into the air and scream at the plebian Virginians about our superiority and how we realized how dumb they were for joining the losing side of the Civil War. We then jog (because we're not THAT intense) to the nearest McDonalds and shove our faces full of as many Big Macs as we can before keeling over and blacking out from food poisoning. We wake up the next day, as the holiday figure Mothman has returned us all to our homes so we can make it to work on time and continue to make our country proud.

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He means sea-bordering states. Non-oceanic states come up with other traditions.

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He said "all other states," not "all other sea-bordering states." I know and knew what he meant, I was making a joke out of it.

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This. In West Virginia we all gather in the Eastern Panhandle and form a marching line as wide as the border itself, then hand everyone flags such that people are carrying them in an alternating pattern. One guy carries the US flag, and the other the Old Gold and Blue. We then charge through our backwater woods and scream at the top of our lungs the entire chorus to Country Roads repeatedly until we reach Morgantown, home of WVU and state Sports Capital. We then drag every single couch out of every apartment and house we can find and drag them out onto the streets. Then, under the cue of our benevolent governor Earl Ray Tomblin, we simultaneously light every single couch ablaze to signify to those up on the International Space Station that we West Virginians are celebrating America. Then we all grab 32 guns apiece and carry them all over our shoulder as we sprint as fast as we can all the way down to the Virginia border, where we stand perfectly at the border, without crossing it, and fire our guns into the air and scream at the plebian Virginians about our superiority and how we realized how dumb they were for joining the losing side of the Civil War. We then jog (because we're not THAT intense) to the nearest McDonalds and shove our faces full of as many Big Macs as we can before keeling over and blacking out from food poisoning. We wake up the next day, as the holiday figure Mothman has returned us all to our homes so we can make it to work on time and continue to make our country proud.

Spoopy, scary skeletons
Send shivers down your spine.

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This. In West Virginia we all gather in the Eastern Panhandle and form a marching line as wide as the border itself, then hand everyone flags such that people are carrying them in an alternating pattern. One guy carries the US flag, and the other the Old Gold and Blue. We then charge through our backwater woods and scream at the top of our lungs the entire chorus to Country Roads repeatedly until we reach Morgantown, home of WVU and state Sports Capital. We then drag every single couch out of every apartment and house we can find and drag them out onto the streets. Then, under the cue of our benevolent governor Earl Ray Tomblin, we simultaneously light every single couch ablaze to signify to those up on the International Space Station that we West Virginians are celebrating America. Then we all grab 32 guns apiece and carry them all over our shoulder as we sprint as fast as we can all the way down to the Virginia border, where we stand perfectly at the border, without crossing it, and fire our guns into the air and scream at the plebian Virginians about our superiority and how we realized how dumb they were for joining the losing side of the Civil War. We then jog (because we're not THAT intense) to the nearest McDonalds and shove our faces full of as many Big Macs as we can before keeling over and blacking out from food poisoning. We wake up the next day, as the holiday figure Mothman has returned us all to our homes so we can make it to work on time and continue to make our country proud.

Spoopy, scary skeletons
Send shivers down your spine.