Plush & Puppets Squishable | Micro Hamburger

Whether I’M Being Pulled On Rickshaws Through The Indonesian Countryside, Stuffed Into Rush-Hour Moscow Metro Cars, Or Experiencing A Two-Hour Layover In Toronto, When Some Helpful Local Sees Me Looking A Little Jetlagged And Lost, They Offer Me One Thing: A Hamburger!Maybe It’S The Eagle On My Passport. Maybe It’S The Fact That I Measure Temperatures In Fahrenheit. Maybe It’S The Giant American Flag I Tattooed On My Forehead. No Matter What, I’M Always Immediately Pegged As An American, A Country That The Rest Of The World Seems To Think Eats Burgers For Breakfast, Lunch And Dinner!Let’S Own It! I Might Blow My Worldly Cover By Confusing What “Football” Entails To A Dutchman, Or I Can Just Get It Right Out There By Attaching This Fluffy Little Sandwich Of Americana To My Backpack!