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Originally Posted by Gn2Dlnd
Morning, Ms. Random Thought.
I went to a FAbulous Mardi Gras Party last night. My friend Katherine recently got a house, and what a house! She's had some success as a writer the last few years and spent her money well! She had king cakes fedexed from New Orleans, there was jambalaya, crawfish etoufeé, hunky bartenders (I drank way too much diet coke,) a Mardi Gras band showed up, one of the New Orleans Saints dropped by for a while, and Katherine's aunt Barbara (Eden) was there. Probably 60 or 70 people showed up and no police. My best moment was when a group of people found out that I was the one that brought the Red Pepper Parmesan ThinKrisps and declared that I was better than a Barbara Eden sighting!
When someone asked me what the "short" mardi gras greeting was, (laissez les blah, blah, blah being too much for them,) the part of my brain apparently affected by a heretofore unknown stroke blurted out, "Show us your tits!"
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Dude, I'd trade Coolio for some fresh crab cakes, Barbara Eden and some GOOD jambalaya anyday!!!!!
FUN!!!
And I'm proud of myself.....got many beads, without lifting a shirt.
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Miles: It tastes like the back of a f*ing L.A. school bus. Now they probably didn't de-stem, hoping for some semblance of concentration, crushed it up with leaves and mice, and then wound up with this rancid tar and turpentine bull****. F*in' Raid.
Jack: Tastes pretty good to me.