The purple doubloon hit me in the eye. MAN,

The purple doubloon hit me in the eye. MAN, I love Mardi Gras! All dat Cajun food, nekkid folk everywhere & the drinkin'! Only ting: Ain't no place to pee on Mardi Gras Day.

Then I came up with the greatest idea EVER - a Mardi Gras PortaPotty truck business. Brilliant! But then again, under the haze of hurricanes, anything sounded brilliant. So I

tested my Mardi Gras PortaPotty concept at a local Catholic festival. Turns out that after two beers those Catholics can get down and dirty, because the PortaPotties were used as

how to eat the worm in a Mezcal bottle from a carnie running the balloon pop. Sister Mary Francis was never the same after that. For one thing she stopped lifting all that

spray tan up the stairs to her room. Sister Mary Francis couldn't afford luxuries since her expensive holiday to the Vatican. The cost of getting nail extensions in the Vatican Sta

rbucks was greater than mocha anything. The thought of puncturing a cup of hot joe and spilling it on herself was enough to kick the habit. The Catholicism habit. Sis Mary Francis

had problems with tripping over her habit, it was too long. Sister Mary employed a gang of gerbils to nibble at the hem to get a better length. The gerbils lived in her wimple and

kept her neck warm. From time to time, they scurried to the floor and ate left over crumbs from communion wafers. However the gerbils ran and hid whenever they saw certain people

. Certain people did certain things with certain animals behind certain curtains. Certainly you can understand why it'd be curtains for us all if we peeked behind certain curtains.