
From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
The Smell Of Bourbon Street At Noon
Driving up Bourbon Street at noon in May of 2010, I could smell the leaking BP oil out in the Gulf. Or maybe it was just those party girls.
Tags: Bourbon Street, NOLA, New Orleans, French Quarter, BP oil spill, Gulf, party girls, marquisdejolie, tourism, tourist, travel, fun and disaster
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