I Lost My Soul on Bourbon Street
This past weekend was the most wonderful weekend of pure unadulterated debauchery I've had in a long time. Some friends and I, who were all a little overworked, stressed and in need of a chance to let loose, decided we were going to do just that. Let loose in NOLA!
Mr.Baybeh aka Jody |
Amy and "Big Sexy" |
An ever present theme there: I have seen enough to know that I have seen too much! I'm pretty sure that about 80% of the things that happen on Bourbon Street are illegal...but eh, nobody else seemed to mind so why should I? At some point, I think after we were leaving Bourbon Street, Amy dubbed it, Gomorrah! lmao. I swear that was the best analogy.
A trip wouldn't be complete without photographs and a quote board. Most of these we said while full of alcohol. Enjoy folks.
--> I wish he would've walked into me so I could punch him in the face.
-->Real bosses don't carry cameras...they have paparazzi.
-->Is she snoring?
-->She's waiting for the light to change....huh....fck you Honda!
--> This place smells like swamp, funk and ass!
--> Why are all the men in New Orleans bite sized?
-->Your mama didn't raise you right, she raised you racist.
-->D: Has anybody seen my cellular? K: It's probably in my ass! (Shout out to Shelly, Mandy and Jasmine)
-->This thing is a cock blocker. If you want me to, I'll take it off! re:rings
And there are many more that we were probably too inebriated to document or just plain forgot.
On The Bayou |
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