WE NEVER CONFUSE COURAGE WITH STUPIDITY!
FRIDAY! SCREAM IT! We're in New Orleans and you should be too! Well, you actually are sorta, but only through your cosmic internet virtual connection through us. But you know what? It's like we always say, "second best doesn't look so bad if you're in third place!" Folks, think about it this way - you can have all the fun and most of the thrills (except those in the $19 dollar room we have at the Super 8) but with none of the legal problems. It's what they call in that "Dare to Great" seminar we took at the Holiday Inn last year a "WIN-WIN" situation!
Anyway, last night we wandered out along Bourbon Street (what else is new) and the rest is history (or so we've been told). Our first stop was at some courtyard bar where the beers were a buck a piece and three-for one. Okay you high school dropouts - do the math - that means $10 dollars buys you 30 longneck Budweisers (our proud sponsor by the way). So guess who we ended up drinking with? KIMBO! Okay, we didn't know him either, but apparently he's some big Ultimate Fighting guy. We can't seem to pirate those pay-per-view events off our neighbor's cable hookup, but if he's kicking some guy's ass then it must be really something.
After that things started down hill pretty damn quick. Kevin started asking all the women in the place if they wanted to see his "kimbo." Several slaps in the face later (and a few phone numbers!) we realized that our "before dinner beers" were now "last call." It didn't really cost us that much ($30 bucks) but once again do the math. Today we met up with some friends in from Palm Springs (NOT KIDDING) and some other local friends from New Orleans to get a checkup at the Public Sexual Disease Clinic. The good news is that we're all clear - the better news is that means we have allot of room to expand our horizons tonight...
Okay - Kevin and this? Disaster is written all over it! Stacy & Teri cozy up to Kimbo while his manager looks on!
She didn't want to see Kevin's kimbo, but he did get her number! Mike, Kevin & Mike outside the Sexual disease clinic!
Anyway, last night we wandered out along Bourbon Street (what else is new) and the rest is history (or so we've been told). Our first stop was at some courtyard bar where the beers were a buck a piece and three-for one. Okay you high school dropouts - do the math - that means $10 dollars buys you 30 longneck Budweisers (our proud sponsor by the way). So guess who we ended up drinking with? KIMBO! Okay, we didn't know him either, but apparently he's some big Ultimate Fighting guy. We can't seem to pirate those pay-per-view events off our neighbor's cable hookup, but if he's kicking some guy's ass then it must be really something.
After that things started down hill pretty damn quick. Kevin started asking all the women in the place if they wanted to see his "kimbo." Several slaps in the face later (and a few phone numbers!) we realized that our "before dinner beers" were now "last call." It didn't really cost us that much ($30 bucks) but once again do the math. Today we met up with some friends in from Palm Springs (NOT KIDDING) and some other local friends from New Orleans to get a checkup at the Public Sexual Disease Clinic. The good news is that we're all clear - the better news is that means we have allot of room to expand our horizons tonight...
Okay - Kevin and this? Disaster is written all over it! Stacy & Teri cozy up to Kimbo while his manager looks on!
She didn't want to see Kevin's kimbo, but he did get her number! Mike, Kevin & Mike outside the Sexual disease clinic!
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