
All right, fine, your stupid embargo worked. We won’t levy any more taxes-
Huzzah! Time to get drunk!
Except on tea.
What?
Get over it, it’s just tea. Seriously, where do you get this idea that you’re special and should never have to pay taxes? We hope that idea doesn’t go on to infect your political discourse centuries from now.
We’re not buying your stupid tea.
Are you being serious right now? What are you going to do, just stop drinking tea?
Yes. We’ll drink coffee.
Do you even know what that is?
No, but we’ve heard it’s good and we’re feeling surly.
Fine, whatever, we don’t even care what you do anymore.
Actually, we are pretty much bankrupt, so you need to make them drink the tea.
Oh, for—just drink the tea.
No.
Do it.
NO.
Drink it.
Fuck you.
Drink it or we’ll punch you in the face.
*Boston Tea Party*
What the hell?
We heard it was Indians.
That’s interesting, because we heard it was a bunch of colonists wearing paint and dressed in costumes that were remarkably similar to what a crowd of drunks who wanted to look like Indians would assemble if the only supplies they had were found in an alley behind a bar.
You get all types in Boston.
…*Coercive Acts*
Oh, it is ON.
THIS IS AMAZING.
televisions, kids.)