Chapter 312: Biloxi + Parade = Party Gras
The variety of scale in the town parades is great. This kid looked like he was really enjoying himself.
Don't worry the gas for the tank was free from Iraq
It was kind of like Captain Planet only with coins instead of rings, plus my name is already Wheeler
Christine is so fresh and so clean with her giant toothbrush
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Design Studio Poetry Corner for 05 February:
I Wish I Was In New Orleans in the 9th Ward by Tom Waits
Well, I wish I was in New Orleans
I can see it in my dreams
Arm-in-arm down Burgundy
A bottle and my friends and me
Hoist up a few tall cool ones
Play some pool and listen
To that tenor saxophone calling me home
And I can hear the band begin
'When the Saints Go Marching In'
By the whiskers on my chin
New Orleans, I'll be there
I'll drink you under the table
Be red nose go for walks
The old haunts what I wants
Is red beans and rice
And wear the dress I like so well
And meet me at the old saloon
Make sure there's a Dixie moon
New Orleans, I'll be there
And deal the cards roll the dice
If it ain't that ole Chuck E. Weiss
And Clayborn Avenue me and you
Sam Jones and all
And I wish I was in New Orleans
Cause I can see it in my dreams
Arm-in-arm down Burgundy
A bottle and my friends and me
New Orleans, I'll be there