Last night I had my own personal Mardi Gras. I came home and fixed a big ol’ batch o’ jambalaya while watching all the hootenanny about gay marriage on the evening news. hoo-ha. I also did the dishes and cleaned up the living room but I won’t really get into that because it wasn’t part of my Mardi Gras celebration. The jambalaya turned out great so I decided there was no better way to top it off than with a few hurricanes from the local haunt.
Well the haunt was dead, and I got bored real quickly. So I stopped by a couple of other bars which I immediately vacated when I found out they were unable to serve me hurricanes due to lack of ingredients. I finally settled on the January replacement bar. Here the bartender mixed a tall glass of coolaid on the rocks with a little rum, stirred it around a little, and set the glass in front of me and said, “Heres your hurricane, I hope it tastes ok.” I drank the supersaturated sugar liquid with nary a complaint and settled into my bar stool. After the “hurricane” was gone I promptly switched to PBRers. The woman next to me got out a laptop computer and we browsed thru the suicidegirls website because they were in town doing a burlesque show. Most of the girls were a little to much for me or Betty Paige wannabes. This comes as no surprise from a guy who thinks tattoos are a little unattractive. She gave me some beads for showing her my tits. Despite my warnings of hairy nipples she asked to see them anyway. I ended up staying at the bar way later than I planned talking to this guy who is writing a screenplay. He has a brilliant idea and expects to have it finished this fall. He was a pretty interesting guy. I unwisely gave the both of them the address to this website. I’ve done that once before. I gave a busboy at a restaurant the website address, I can’t remember why. Oh yeah, it was cause I saw him writing in a journal. I’m sure he instantly threw the little scrap of napkin away. I wish everyone of you could have come with me. I reckon it would have been a good time.
It was decided that I’ll be giving up lent for lent.
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I think Betty Paige looks like a man in drag. Tattoos are not unattractive in any way. I have 5 and I’m super sexy. I’m going to see the Passion of the Christ tonight. It might get me to convert to Judaism. Mardi Gras is fun. Lent is gay. That is all.
noah’s gonna get a ruler on his arm that i’m pretty excited about.
satan – maybe a tatoo contest should be part of wimpwars.
elizabeth – i got a couple of ideas for tatoos that i want. someday i’ll get them, maybe. a ruler seems to fit noah’s personality well.
jocelyn – you almost had going me for a second. yeah, right. i think you should give up sex, cigarettes, chocolate, and dancing too.
he really is going to get the ruler? that’s pretty funny.
I am giving up drinking for lent
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No, I’m afraid that tattoos could not be a part of wimpwars, because A) Jonathan is too much of a wuss to get one, and B) the next one I want to get is going to cost about a grand. I emailed you the picture of it. The file might be a little big, so I apologize in advance for that. It’s going to cover most of my back.
I already gave up chocolate–but not for lent–for my bikini
but what did she think about the scar?
some people have tiny tattoos of blue stars that are totally adorable!
satan – man that tatoo was some scary shit.
jocelyn – hello mexico
chevy – she didn’t see the scar, or a least she didn’t say anything about it. i think she was to busy looking at my nips and was probably to drunk to notice the scar. some tatoos like that are cool, it’s the people who wear them that are adorable.
Of course it’s scary. I am the Devil, after all.
Not a big fan of tattoos myself, however, I do think that anyone who thinks Betty Paige looks like a man in drag maybe in need of lasik… at the very least.
Yeah, and I’m the one who needs glasses.
Betty Paige is a pin-up icon and rightfully so. Based upon Andrew, er Satan’s, taste in women, his opinion means nothing.