Mardi Gras: Spring Break Page #2

You are always there for me.

I'm so glad that I have a boyfriend like you.

You're my rock.

That's my job.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

I love you, too, also.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Your family's in our prayers.

I'll text you.

This is fantastic!

Dude! Her grandfather died.

And she'll be gone for days!

Lmagine a place, Michael, a magical place,

where a man and his beverage

can walk the streets unaccosted.

Where drunk, hot chicks come standard,

and delicious boobies, they grow on trees.

You guys hear that music?

So what's it gonna be?

I'll go if you go.

If I go, and you tell Erica...

Like she'd believe a word

I said anyway. Come on.

Well, I guess Scottie does need to get laid.

So?

- Let's go to Mardi Gras, boys!

- Yes!

Sorry about that.

So, look, guys,

I started mapping out a rough itinerary.

I... I was thinking

we could get tickets

to the Preservation Hall Jazz Band,

and if we have time, I'd love to take an

afternoon and go to the bayou.

There's this guy, Fred,

who's renting out airboats that...

Tits!

Wow, that hurricane

was worse than I thought!

We've been lied to!

This city's not thriving!

Guys...

Hey, Mike, thanks for paying, bud.

- Did I have a choice?

- No. No, you didn't.

But no worries, man.

These things are like heroin at Mardi Gras.

It's a strict jewels-for-b*obs operation.

You give a girl beads,

she shows you her delicious tits.

That's not cheating, right?

Last I checked, Mike,

seeing b*obs wasn't cheating.

It was just plain incredible.

What the hell are those?

- Bush beads.

- Bush beads?

They want these, they gotta show bush.

What's up with you, Scottie?

You didn't buy anything.

Oh, my God!

Jesus Christ, what is that?

It was my grandmother's.

See, I don't need a suitcase full of plastic.

Just one special necklace

for one special woman.

Gay!

So what's the deal, boys? Next stop, hotel?

No. We're going straight to Bourbon Street.

Are you kidding me?

These guys have been drinking for days.

We got a lot of catching up to do, boys.

Next stop...

Paradise!

Hey, is this Mardi Gras?

I think so!

What time does it start?

I don't really know!

It's a good thing

we got all those beads, Bump.

You don't want used beads. It's classless.

Show your tits!

Sorry, boys.

We've just thrown a show down the street.

- A show?

- I got beads!

Got it, I got it, I got it, I got it!

Damn it!

Oh, my God!

I'm fine. Thank you for asking.

Hey, listen.

I wouldn't be opposed to you earning them.

Hey, come on!

So, how does this work?

You give me these beads, I lift up my shirt,

you stare at my breasts

and what, we call it a day?

Absolutely not.

You lift your shirt, I stare at your breasts,

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