Monday, February 4, 2008

Mardi Gras Justice

I shouldn't laugh at a bead injury, but I can't help it.
About halfway through, a rider was trying to toss some kids next to me a stuffed gator and I cruelly snatched it out of the air before they got it. As I looked to Romy for some sort of approval for my action, I was pelted in the face with a set of long pearls. I looked back at the rider who was scowling at me. Then he threw the kids another toy.
Next time I want a Muses shoe or a Zulu coconut, I want to be standing right next to Butterfingers Henderson:
I noticed that my catching wass off out there. I kept dropping throws. I felt like a Saints wide receiver.

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