I wonder where all of the Mardi Gras beads go after the parades and festivities are over? Can’t you just picture them all hanging out somewhere talking about their experiences?
A PILE of pink, green, and blue beads lay on the side of Bourbon St. in New Orleans. They’re not quite as shiny as they were a week ago.
Dude, I got tossed around all night. I think my head is still spinning.
Whatever, at least you didn’t get barfed on. That sucked.
Oh quit complaining, Greenie. At least you woke up on Bourbon St. I got packed in someone’s suitcase and ended up in Utah. It took me forever to get back here!