Independence Day: Down Under
Ahh, independence day.
Better power-wash those colons.
Murica. Is a sh*thole.
A few shots of brilliance however still exist in the form of its creatives; it’s writers, artists and comedians. Like finding a tattoo of a treasure map on the butt cheek of a tumour-riddled corpse.
And the treasure may be found at none other than the Soda Factory.
Boozy floats, Red, White & Blue Cocktails, American beer; there’s enough alcohol here to annihilate even the vaguest phraseology relating to America from your brain and your tongue, quite possibly for the next month or so.
Raise high the flag.
After an hour or so, red white and blue is more of a…hazy pink.