CLASSIC Cajuns go bowlingIn brief. last year, post NO Bowl, while our wives were getting ready for a night out, Hammer and I walked down from our hotel to Don Leoncio. We were not let in cause we had our own scotch and werent about to dump it out. We set up shop on a wooden bench at the corner of Magazing and Canal, center of the street next to the tracks, smoking stogies and talking to various Cajun fans that happened upon us at the stoplight of said corner.
Just 1 more and UL Grad@Hou happened upon us, and we spent a few minutes laughing, dickin' around and telling each other how ____ing great we were.
Now I had a hip replacement back in March, not because I am old, but because I wanted to be able to show everyone this cool ____ing scar I have. The pain and rehab were worth it because this scar on my left hip is the most bad ___ thing you have ever seen.
Now, I did not have my sax at that time, but J 1M is hoping that I bring it this year. My boy Hammer has a concealed carry permit so I sure as hell aint worried about anyone stealing any money thrown by passersby into my velvet lined sax case.
J1M, lives in a thong. No explanation needed. When he gets excited, it comes off. I have never had the pleasure of seeing the unfurling of the crooked monkey, but those that have say its a one for the ages.
Finally, George Michael is a huge, disgusting, tool... But "careless whisper" is a panty dropper, that sax opening is a moisture maker.
As for Boomer, my motto, his motto, any key, anywhere.
Hope this clears things up.
Z
PS Just another day in the Big Easy.