Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Next Year in New Orleans

It's Mardi Gras, y'all. Go flash your boobies at someone.


  1. I'd forgotten about that. I'm flashing my stimulus package right now.

  2. I will not flash my bobbies for anyone! Happy Mardi Gras to you too!

  3. Stimulus package was the theme of one of the early parades (Krewe du Vieux). Fannie Mae goes Down was my favorite float.

    I never flashed my boobs when I was there. I just stood next to the well endowed gal and raked up the beads she couldn't catch...

  4. while i flashed nary a boo nor a bee, I wore many beads collected over the years, ate a MESS of crawfish (we call em crawdads) sucked some heads (dirty!...that counts as a date this year, right?) some spicy sausage (a ha. a ha ha ha) corn and taters. Cold beer washed it down right nice.

    Tomorrow...I give up bulimia, anorexia, mopping, dusting, sit ups and world peace.

  5. Dang!! I forgot it was Mardi Gras!

    I will go flash my boobies right now!

  6. MAB, "stimulus package" heh.

    Auntie, not for ANYONE?

    Seester, given the weather up here I'd definitely have to delegate the flashing duties, too!

    I went out for a drink and mussels and dessert but there were no crawfish, no really good things. I've never had crawfish in their full exoskeletal glory. I'd like to. What I'm really craving, though, is a true, fully dressed PoBoy.