BunnysBastatrds

I thought of this… He was a father here…

Please, please, please fawking please! PLEASE!!!

Damn.,,guess the Smoke Monster won.

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

If you eat a praline and your queen loses her spleen, it’s a gunture

If your bagina gets kicked in the middle and you can’t play the fiddle, it’s a gunture

This what you find at Jazz Fest and the bars at night… Pure fawking brilliance

Fawking love it…

Great pick by the Saints. Reminds me of Willie Roaf.

Katrina killed them, like many many others… you should see Lakeview now. Incredible what they have done rebuilding. I used to hang out at Parlays after golfing in City,Park. And Lakeview Harbor across the street on Harrison Ave. I’m sure we crossed paths one time.

I’ve shiot in Paris and Ive shiot all over France. Before I visit San Fran, I’d shiot in my pants

That’s right. What neighborhoods did you live in and what bars and restaurants did you like to go to?

Anglo Saxon literature is next

If you lose a roll of peenies and your bawls hit the role it’s a rupture.

Rewind is wishing you could have crabs you got from a phat chick outside a bar named Zeppelins in Fat City.

Hmmm…How would you knows, you sit on a couch with your thumb up your and are da scared of hanging with Bunny.

He’s an impotent holy roller with a phalic syndrome problem.

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.