It was Mardi Gras day (okay, weekend), so:
 1. I explained to my mother in KY that no, I was nowhere near the parade shooting this morning because I was still out elsewhere when it happened. From the night before. (that's a DJ known as Treasure Fingers, not me)
 1. I explained to my mother in KY that no, I was nowhere near the parade shooting this morning because I was still out elsewhere when it happened. From the night before. (that's a DJ known as Treasure Fingers, not me)
7. But surrounded by this sort of moral turpetude, what can one expect.
8. This is a family blog, so I won't post the pics of the Draft Stormy person running around naked under my balcony. No, she wouldn't come upstairs, even after my friend poured vodka down her throat from above.
more later.....
 
 







 Hmmm... I saw a documentary about this sort of thing.
Hmmm... I saw a documentary about this sort of thing. Any other time of the year this would be its own post.
Any other time of the year this would be its own post.
 I know, there are other kinds of dogs at Barkus than pugs...
I know, there are other kinds of dogs at Barkus than pugs...
 After the parade, Bugsy (Etta's friend) is ready for a Pimm's Cup!
After the parade, Bugsy (Etta's friend) is ready for a Pimm's Cup! 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
