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Whoops. I knew that, I wasn't paying close enough attention, I was scrambling for a Free and Legal FB feed.
Well, this is going swimmingly, they livestreamed the anthems on their FB page, and that was 7 minutes ago, and then it went off, and nothing.
Or maybe you're just hungry for some down-home Nawlins fare. Now I'm fondly recollecting the greatest oyster po'boy I've ever consumed, in what amounted to basically a dirty waterfront shack in the suburb of Kenner... Later that same night I made out with & dry-humped a beautiful (yet homeless, and carrying a month's worth of shower-free marinade) ebony teen, in a cemetery. Oh to be young enough to survive being that kind of hammered anymore...
That was actually not such a pleasant experience, now that I'm fully reflecting on it. There ended up being tons of awkwardness, regret and guilt involved. That girl thought I was going to save her from the streets, offered me a discounted BJ and then when I realized in my wide eyed shock that she thought I was a trick on the prowl and started getting squirrely and contemplating how to bail started blurting out how she wanted to come with me to my hotel no charge and was like "yeah then after you're done with me you can pimp me out for a few nights, just to earn up enough for me to get a dress, and then you can take me dancing and once you see me on the dancefloor you'll realize I'm the girl for you and then you'll be my boyfriend and I can stop hooking..." I brought her straight to a bar, went to "use the men's room", ditched out the rear door and hailed a cab at full sprint down the cross street.
Well at least we've given readers something interesting to digest in lieu of a RBR for the fight... IB's gonna see himself out now, having thoroughly over-shared..
Sadly, I'm completely frazzled, my brain isn't functioning properly, and I can't think of a damn thing to say, I think I'm having some low level form of de-personalization de-realization at the moment.
Something big just happened, the frenchmen on the radio are very excited, but i have no clue what they are saying