Smoke and a Pancake....No Coffee.

Hello Lenten Repentsters!

Generally, Patches and I laissez les bonne temps roulez down in the Big Easy on Mardis Gras. That Bitch Katrina kinda put the Kybosh on that...so what to do? This year we watched Napoleon Dynamite, ate Paczkis and drank Luckys (Patches has the hots for Tina the Llama), then we went to the Caddy for a little pre-Lenten hustle and flow. It was actually waaay liturgical. A totally jumpin' joint to bring in 40 days of self-denial. Cadillac Hurricanes are nearly as good as the ones on Bourbon St....just chunkier. Check all the villagers "shaking the Shrove". Martini says "Coors Lights and Peter Jacksons for everyone!"

So now it's Ash Wednesday and I can't decide what to give up. I've already had a Wildcat, a dart and a plate of smelt this morning so those are staying with me. It's gotta be the ultimate sacrifice. No Tim Hortons. No more double doubles w Prince Igor vodka, no more cruellers, no more rrrrroll up the rrrrrim to win until Easter Sunday. Do you think they started that campaign at Lent as a subtle anti-papist shout down? Free Masons rock Timmy HoHos. If you're there some March Morning, tell Krazy Mary and Pat Rink I miss them and I hope they win one of 100 Plasma TVs or 30 Rav4s. Mean Drive-thru girls...I'll see you again when the symbolic bolder is pushed away from Timmy's door......