Imagine you went to bed tonight in your own bed but when you wake up tomorrow, you're in a coach seat on a train to Chicago and in your hands were a ticket, a lesbian flag, a map of New York and a vinyl copy of Fleetwood Mac's Rumors, none of which you owned today, wouldn't that be amazing
Bold of you to assume I don't own a lesbian flag
Or does this mean I got a new one
The Lesbian Flag upon closer inspection is made of Chainmail
