It's Mardi Gras here. That means EVERYONE is off work for Fat Tuesday which is actually the day of Mardi Gras, but we really stretch it out because it's a season. Literally months and months have went into excessive celebration. Because we are approaching ash wednesday. Yes people this is actually a religious holiday but no one EVER protests the drinking, the boobs, the luxury of this season. They just think it's a party. And that's totally fucking OK with us. Seriously, everyone is welcome.
Oh yeah and don't correct my title, I know it's not proper french, you are absolutely correct, it is a grammatical affront to all French people. However it is a lovely blend of Slov and French and Spanish because we have flown under so many flags, this is "our" way to say- "let the good times roll.
Also I made this, for a custom order. It's solid chocolate, all of it, and drunks will eat the hell out of it.
NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM
Over indulge, after all remember what the Myans said !
Mardi Gras tried to kill me. I survived, powered by your tweets. I survived for you. Because you sent me on missions with your picture requests from Mardi Gras so it was like you were there, but without the insanity, smell of stale beer and urine, and the mandatory hang over. Basically I took a hit for you and now you owe me.
I think this one covers almost every weird thing you guys asked for.
Drum roll for the boobs as per requests-
What is Mardi Gras without some drunks, and hitting on a cop?
My youtube channel is slammed at BeingPeachy but here are some drinking party videos.
and as per your request for the impossible, the Johnny Depp, Alexander Skarsgard, Matthew, Harry, and Me shot to which I could not leave out my boyfriend Brendan.
l-r- Brendan, Harry, Peachy, Matthew, Johnny, Alexander
In honor of me being all kinds of partying appointments at Mardi Gras, at work until Wednesday
I throw you this old guest post by my awesome non blogging daughter.
Because she took this pic ( sans hat) on Bourbon Street in Nawlins.
Meet my Daughter Sam who totally wrote todays post since she is FREAKING AWESOME !
Sam I am,
I am Sam,
I hate your fucking Green Eggs and Spam,
Give me biscuits and Strawberry Jam,
a Honey Glazed Ham,
an Oil Slicked Man
One or Two?
I'll have 3
I love excess, excessively,
and revelry
and sodomy,
OH SHIT NOT THAT!
WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?
crap I don't know my brain must be shrinking
that or sinking,
I think it's a side effect of genetic linking,
that and probably too much drinking.
What? Go away! You want another?
If you're looking for spankings please talk to my mother.
XO SAM I AM AKA DR ABUSE
this post brought to you from the scary yet brilliant mind of Sam I am. AKA my 21 year old daughter in College with a major in psychology. FLAME about dirty ATM's and Safe words.
I had this super long bitchin post about a bunch of shit that would probably piss only me off.
Then I woke up for no good reason super early and saw it failed to automatic post like it always freaking does for this stupid blogspot crap which is why I love having my own domain but I ended up wanting both so I could make an attempt to split up my multiple personalities so my head would quite down. ( if I sound like Charlie Sheen there, it's because he got some of his God DNA on my Cheesecake DNA) {disclaimer- that was my 1 mandatory mention of him today. unless I see something spectacular} So I trashed it like a bitching rock stair from Mars and now I have this.
The question is what aren't we going to do today..
Wait, I got Mardi Gras starting this weekend never mind.
If my cat disappears can someone give me a solid alibi?
Than you for funny cards from Spain.
I really would like a Pauls Pastry King Cake for Breakfast today.
Because she is such a total bitch
Come here little doggey look what Uncle Ed's got for you you little fucker.
Or 10 boxes of girl scout cookies.
Hair everywhere. Plus she is like a teenager, aloof and shit without paying rent.
Something d-ooooooooooo economics?
Did you know in the States it was started in Alabama? It involved cow bells.
