WE WE DON'T DON'T STUTTER STUTTER - WE JUST REPEAT WORDS!
TUESDAY! You know it had to happen! We tried to hold it back, but every damn week it ends up being Tuesday for at least 24 hours! A total waste of a good day. Why couldn't we substitute a good day like Friday (get it? Good Friday!) for Tuesday? Oh yeah, because that would make Wednesday into Saturday, so we'd all have to go to Church on Thursday because that would be Sunday. STOP IT! Our heads hurt! Sometimes, when we're off our meds, we think crazy like that!
Anyway, here's our Tuesday deal this week. We are packing up the Hefty bags for a trip down to New Orleans. That's right folks, we're takin' the show on the road for a week or so because....wait for it....because it's MARDIS GRAS! Oh yeah! If you thought our lives couldn't sink much lower, just imagine us in New Orleans, on Bourbon Street and it's Mardis Gras. Of course we'll have to register under Meagan's Law once we cross the border, but that's just paperwork - besides, she had fake ID that said she was 18! That was a B.S. conviction.
Packing for a trip is always difficult, but especially when headed for a circus like Mardis Gras. Look, we don't own much stuff as it is, but figuring out what to take to drunken week long party isn't easy. And then there's the whole issue of putting it all in a doubled Hefty trash bag and sealing it up with duct tape. Airport security always makes us untape it because the "D" cells in the "dolphin" look like a bomb on their x-ray machine. I guess we shouldn't expect much more from minimum wage overweight people in stretch pants that are still working on their GED. We may be two strike felons (both non-violent crimes of passion by the way!), but seriously, do we look like we're from Afghanistan? OK, we've had enough...the day has deteriorated so we're gonna drop our stuff off in a locker at the station today, and then we're heading out to have a few beers, review our travel options and...
Packing for the trip - our motto? "Be Prepared!" Always label your luggage - They lose stuff all the time!
Stacy waiting for a ride to the station with our luggage. Ahhhh.....the "Dog Bus" - It never lets us down!
Anyway, here's our Tuesday deal this week. We are packing up the Hefty bags for a trip down to New Orleans. That's right folks, we're takin' the show on the road for a week or so because....wait for it....because it's MARDIS GRAS! Oh yeah! If you thought our lives couldn't sink much lower, just imagine us in New Orleans, on Bourbon Street and it's Mardis Gras. Of course we'll have to register under Meagan's Law once we cross the border, but that's just paperwork - besides, she had fake ID that said she was 18! That was a B.S. conviction.
Packing for a trip is always difficult, but especially when headed for a circus like Mardis Gras. Look, we don't own much stuff as it is, but figuring out what to take to drunken week long party isn't easy. And then there's the whole issue of putting it all in a doubled Hefty trash bag and sealing it up with duct tape. Airport security always makes us untape it because the "D" cells in the "dolphin" look like a bomb on their x-ray machine. I guess we shouldn't expect much more from minimum wage overweight people in stretch pants that are still working on their GED. We may be two strike felons (both non-violent crimes of passion by the way!), but seriously, do we look like we're from Afghanistan? OK, we've had enough...the day has deteriorated so we're gonna drop our stuff off in a locker at the station today, and then we're heading out to have a few beers, review our travel options and...
Packing for the trip - our motto? "Be Prepared!" Always label your luggage - They lose stuff all the time!
Stacy waiting for a ride to the station with our luggage. Ahhhh.....the "Dog Bus" - It never lets us down!
What's a dolphin?
Just Sayin!
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Kevin, Kevin...weren't you the one who taught me to pack a 6 pack by chugging it all BEFORE the trip so that security wouldn't know you had it and you avoid the whole open container thing? What is WRONG with you!?!?!?!?
I think that all that beer is maybe getting to you. Making you a bit slower, you know? Oh, I guess it could be the whole wrench incident, too.
Just remember: Alcohol goes in the BELLY - not the BAG.
Have fun you Drunkards!
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