Dude.

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Ok. So. Went to The City the other day to do a wee bit o’ random downtown shopping and accidentally ran into The Stripper, er… Love Parade.
I’m sorry, I might be a little bit jaded, but the Stripper, er… Love Parade totally gets The Hand from me. After years of Mardi Gras in New Orleans, regular parades, even by half naked techno raver chicks, really suck. Even on a good day, that was one of the lamest parades ever.
I grabbed Mr. Kallisti by the collar and stomped off. Wasn’t havin’ none of it. No sir. If he wants to see a parade, we can go go to Mardi Gras next year.
DAMMINT.