I feel like shit that’s been spread on burnt toast that landed upside down on the carpet then stepped on by the 300lb. neighbor’s kid who always seems to come over and play right before dinner.
(and I have a sneaking suspicion of who’s significant other gave me this crud…that sonofabitch)
And now that we have that out of the way I want to wish each of you a very safe and happy Mardi Gras! Remeber, don’t drink too much and someone please bring me back some beads? I’m going back to bed to cry like a little baby and blow boogers all over the place.

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I’d be happy to give you some beads. I just came back from N.O. a week ago. Go every Feb.
Only problem is, you never call me when you’re in Phoenix…
Now, to be fair, I didn’t call you last time I was down south. But in my defense, I didn’t know you yet.
Technically, I still don’t know you, but you know what I mean.
At any rate, I’ve got TONS of beads. There were about 15 parades that ran right past my hotel!
Guess you’ll HAVE to come see me now!



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