Mister Salutes the Grad

The mayor graduated from nocturnal correspondence school, last in his class (hey, somebody has to!).

Nevertheless, he knows the blood, sweat, and tears that follow matriculation. Those endless over-caffeinated all-nighters. Those bleary-eyed, sleep-deprived seven a.m. lectures. Those random highlights in used textbooks.

It was the best two and a half weeks of his life.

Congratulations!!! Mister couldn't be prouder of you if he were one of a twelve pup litter.

For all you do, this blow-up-grad-with-a-blow-up-bone is for you.