If you’ve never been down to New Orleans (or “N’Arlins” as it pronounced), especially down to the French Quarter which holds Burboun Street, then you truly haven’t lived. And by “haven’t lived”, I mean—you haven’t seen the streets overflow with a beautiful mix of booze, pee, trash, and throw up–only to be trounced upon by […]

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I never really get days off from work. My job isn’t one of those 9-5, three weeks vacation-type jobs that all you fatcats enjoy. You topfeeders know what I’m talking about–exhuberant trips with you caviar buffets and rainbow parties. High class call girls, chess, and champagne. But me… I basically get […]

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