By the power of Ronald Reagan, I deem this shirt American as F***. I haven’t taken this badass ‘Merica tank off since the day I got it. Right out of the package, I felt a surge of Velociraptor fierceness, grabbed my machine gun, and took Raegan out for some shoots and giggles. When I ran out of ammo, I summoned a bald eagle to my side, and sent him off to Walmart for more bullets. While I was waiting, my bro showed up with a pickup full of fireworks and beer. The eagle returned with our ammo, and brought along a few Cowboys cheerleaders. Then, when Ted Nugent showed up, our little hootenanny set off like a glorious, fiery blaze of Ragin’ Reagan.
