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The city of cans of biscuits. And where brother in LA? Don’t remember.

I had a flight to Nashville once for bidness. There was a distraught lady trying trying to get home for her father that was suddenly put in hospice and things were grim. So I offered my ticket and Delta said thank you and re-booked for the first flight out that morning. And a room at the airport Shereaton. I went to the airport lounge to regroup and make some calls. And allong comes a spider and sat down beside me. She ordered a Premium gin and soda. Me: Bartender , ive got this. Spider: Thanks. What’s your story? Told her what I was doing and how I was comped. Till tomorrow. Ended up having dinner with her at her at a local seafood and cocktails.::On the way back i told her she could stay in my room and I would sleep on the couch whilst she showered. She said “Thank you. I appreciate it.” She takes a marathon shower and comes out wearing thigh high socks, a blue g-string panties with no braw and a silk pink orientalist robe. She was half Vietnamese. Stunning is not the way to describe her. We both missed our flights out and that morning.

This is the time of year to come down here. Festivals galore. Jazz & Heritage Festival started today. A MUST! Weather isn’t that hot yet. The Quarter and surrounding areas are jumping with culture. Great vibe.

As someone who bleeds black and gold and a season ticket holder (35+years and had twelve at one point) I earned the right to say”We”. I was there when the fawking were wearing bags on their heads. I kept thinking to myself, “On day we will hold the Lombardi. I had tickets for the Super Bowl 44 in Miami. A room paid for,, parties. The ultimate. And I passed. I didn’t want to jinx them. I never saw one play on TV. I listened Ttt it on our local AM station WWL. The clock ticked to zero, and loud and proud a”WE did it!!!”

You know what you fawking piece of nothingness…Start a thread that is somewhat interesting. I’ll await and anticipate your flaccid response.

If you go to Putt-Putt and your bawls get stuck in the windmill it’s a rupture.

If you bang a big a big girl and you can’t find her hole, it’s a rupture.

I wasn’t there for this… ..but I was for this Chelonia player playing songs. I sat there for an hour. A must my friend.

…jump in a hole and yer bawls hit a pole, it’s a rupture

The elusive fish in the pantyhose that no one can seem to find.

Yer moms place full of cobwebs?

Greatest first round number 1 in history that thought and believed the game was the same as it was in college. He was a nothing compared to Pierre Thomas who in my opinion, is the greatest swing pass rusher the Saints had and will always be. Reggie Bush couldn’t block or hit the gap on either side inside the tackles. Decoy. And a bad one at that. My season tickets are behind the goal post, section 601. Best seats to se what is happening on a vertical scale. He was a fawking coward compared to Pierre Thomas. That 19 yard swing pass he did in Super Bowl 44 was a thing of beauty. Bush=Decoy. And don’t give me your retarded fantasy football ball stats. He was nothing compared to the greats. Not even in the top one hundred.

I did Eeny Meenie Miny Moe. It’s a secret I’ll die with. I did have alligator hot wings though and made coon ass Angie Dickerson a cool purse.

I ran over a nine footer one night bringing coon ass Angie Dickerson home in Raceland,La. When we hit it, I slammed on the brakes and pulled over. We get out and she se sees it and says “Nice. Let’s put him in the back of the truck. My brother will clean him.Hurry!” We get to the house and her brother and friend are waiting. TheThey cleaned him so well that not an ounce went to waste. We had alligator sauce picayune and jambalaya for dinner. I got a handy.