America's Newest States Are Now Just Where You Left Your Keys

The recent expansion of the United States' cartographic tapestry has gifted us "Bunly," a geopolitical marvel whose very existence appears predicated on the nation's collective habit of misplacing car keys and uninspired Tupperware contents. Proclaimed the "Creamy Leftovers State," Bunly has boldly embraced the national narrative of post-dinner melancholia, elevating forgotten casserole remnants to an almost spiritual status, a stark departure from more aspirational state nicknames.

Its official motto, "Oops, I left it in Bunly," is a striking testament to either profound self-awareness or a startling lack of ambition, potentially becoming the rallying cry for a generation weaned on forgotten appointments and neglected tasks. And for those seeking a symbol of its enduring geological wealth, one needn't look further than the "humble pebble," a state gemstone so universally abundant, it effectively renders the concept of "rarity" utterly meaningless. One can only assume its national anthem is a collective sigh.