U.S. of A.

Department of Homeland Laughingstocks

Today, while enjoying a rainy Christmas afternoon with my mom in her room, I noticed a translucent bag with brightly colored stuff in it. “What’s this?” I asked. “Oh,” my mother replied, “some girl was delivering these to the residents [of the nursing home].” On closer inspection, this is what I found.



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