I don’t know why every flag has to be called “Ol’ [something].” I guess it’s just the way that buffalo takes its tea.
I’m just sitting here wheezing with laughter at the honestly brilliant idea of a transparent sheet of plastic as the flag… my only other thoughts are how stubby-winged that poor condor is. Put him out of his misery, onion.
My only thoughts are that the onion doesn’t have a bitemark, which means… precisely nothing.
The old flag is a terrible idea. Dusty wind and continuous stresses will slowly make it a scratched and muddy sheet of plastic, like the cellophane I use to cover my books.
Fortunately, a given flag never had to fly all that long, since the city was never at a loss for sheets of clear plastic.
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