MONDAY!  WAKE UP!  We're awake (with the use of drugs - under the clinical supervision of a doctor of course!).  Folks, our time here in New Orleans has run out.  The bars have cut off our credit like a sub-prime loan and the local P.D. are hunting us like rabid dogs!  With our night school educated public defender out of town (suspiciously working on a "case" with a stripper, his wife and convertible rental car), we're left with no options.

WE ARE GONNA BLOW THIS POPSICLE STICK, BABY!  Look, we know we could stay and fight the charges - there's always some lawyer educated beyond his intelligence willing to take our case - but with no credit available at the local bars, it's only a matter of time before word spreads to the strip clubs and we're cut off there too!  It's sad but true that the time has come for us to get across state lines (quickly) and back to California.

Also, we have a parole hearing on some B.S. pimping and pandering charge tomorrow in Blythe (look at a map and you'll realize that Blythe needs pimping and pandering!).  With the American Airlines fiasco over (unless the government decides to inspect the wiring harnesses in flight attendants and it "F's" up domestic travel again)  we can get some cheap tickets and wing our way West.  Besides, we like flying American because it's American.  It's not some Commie Socialist airline like "United" (sounds like a 60's commune - "United"), or Southwest (Hmmmm..... isn't Mexico in the Southwest?).  California here we come!...

      
Mike's jeans are a casualty of too many lap dances!                             Cecilia and Raquel - our favorite bartenders!

      
Truth in Advertising - 15 minutes for only a buck!               Why are we smiling?  It was only a buck for 15 minutes!