SUNDAY, SUNDAY , SUNDAY!  And not just any Sunday, but SUPER BOWL SUNDAY!  This is the day that America has more parties than a débutante during ball season.  (Not that kind of "ball" you sickos!).  We're talkin' chips and beer and bean dip and beer and hot wings and beer and...oh yeah....more beer!  Okay, why go through all of that party B.S. when you're in New Orleans and you can just walk out onto Bourbon Street and have all the beer you want without that annoying football game "thing" blaring on the TV?

Speaking of Bourbon Street, WHAT A CRAZY NIGHT LAST NIGHT!  We wandered out into the masses of drunken Mardis Gras partiers without any problem.  The streets were packed with people and it was a blast just getting poked and pushed and squeezed by hundreds of strange people (sort of a fantasy thing we have, okay?).  Anyway, everything was going GREAT until the crazy-ass Christians saw us and started following us around with signs and bullhorns.  NOT KIDDING!

Look, just because we missed Sunday school a few times when we were kids, and just because we made fun of the nuns when we were in Catholic school, doesn't mean...oh yeah...sorry we forgot, we also joined a Satanic Lesbian Witchcraft cult - but that doesn't mean the Christians can follow us around all night with signs and yelling stuff at us with bullhorns!  They ruined ALL of our action!  Anyway, because we aren't good Christians we are able to forgive them and move on.  And speaking of moving on...It's SUPER SUNDAY and we're headed out to Bourbon Street wearing disguises, so just imagine what'll happen next...

      
It all started with just one little sign!                                                        Next thing you know, they are following us!

      
Fornicators? Drunkards? Adulterers?  How'd they know about us?        The sign may be true, but beer works better!