Eh not me. If I had my own country, I’d rule it a certain way that I would, I suppose, imagine to be in the best intentions. However, some people would not be happy. People never are. I’m not entirely sure that I could hack that kinda thing.
I want my own island too, with just me, beer and my horror movies.
No way. Far too lazy. All that queen stuff and pomp and ceremony… your time would not be your own. Paparazzi wanting to check out my tracky daks… no, no, no!!!
I’ve already started my own country. In Facebook Group form…
Our main exports are ass-kicking and kick-ass.
Dibs are legally binding.
Violence is our favorite pass time.
The Ashland Community is fully prepared for the inevitable Zombie Apocolypse, as well as any midget insurrections that may or may not occur.
Eyeballs are our official State Bird.
We urge our enemies to commit suicide to save us the trouble.
Puns are never intended.
Tacos are our favorite dish. Best served warm with lots of sour cream, and cheese.
Pants are optional.
We don’t give a fuck about Fight Club.
Note:
The Ashland Community is always accepting of Slaves, Test Subjects, and Pawns.
Jaysus. I don’t even want to move from the house that I’m in to a better one on the same street, and you want me to think about “a new country”. Shoot, I’d have to design a flag first, and I don’t even want to do that.