Cinco de Mayo is not the Mexican Fourth of July. It's the commemoration of a battle won against unusual odds -- the French outnumbered the Mexicans by 100% -- but the Mexicans ended up losing the war, so they usually kind of forget about the holiday. Not us Americans, though! Just like St. Patrick's Day, one country's history of oppression is our chance to get drunk and obnoxious and wear funny hats. Of course, at the time of this writing, none of our sister sites have addressed the Cinco at all...

Bostonist: Seeing as we posted about Cheers earlier today, we decided we had to post this, too.

SFist: Nevermind that most kids spend the first several months of their lives feeding from them: breasts are evil.

Chicagoist: Raccoons are generally pretty clever. This one was either that, or stupid. Or suicidal.

Seattlest: Nevermind the music, here's a kid with a mohawk!

LAist: Best. Guerrilla art. Ever.

Austinist: This might not mean anything to you, dear readers, but to this native Texan, the fate of this game is a big deal!

Houstonist: Phillyist is comforted by the fact that if anyone ever tried to steal our identity, they'd just end up making lots of student loan payments and not qualifying for a single credit card.

Gothamist: Now it's Philly's turn!

DCist: He wasn't paraplegic! He was a double-amputee! (Which technically makes you paraplegic, we guess -- but DCist should still get their facts straight.)

Image from, of all places, the Ozark Folk Center.