Overthunk

Left the drinkable yogurt on the sink today, Came back from work and found bacilli astray. ça m'ennuie. Twista-haler sprayed powder 2 days later, Lucky, pharma-girl was a considerate trader. ça m'ennuie. Check engine lite came on cuz the gas cap was loose, Service open 'til 7 but only 5 for Prius. Only 2 trained techs for that rarified bird, Come back Saturday you hybrid drivin' nerd. ça m'ennuie Mind's all confuddled with the brand new pills, My high blood pressure never gave me these ills. ça m'ennuie -------------------------- "Last night what we talked about It made so much sense But now the haze has ascended It don't make no sense anymore." -- Arctic Monkeys

(least that's how they pronounce 'Histoires' in French) Why the frog, say you? 'Cause I'm here to favor you with some tales from the dank, mildewed streets of New Orleans' French Quarter, which I got invited to journey to a few weeks back. And let me say, not to worry! Depravity and drunkenness, never affected by natural disasters, are in full swing. TRAVEL TIPS When you know you'll be passing through airport security, avoid wearing an underwire bra that costs less than $10. If you do, boob inspections by security officers will be provided courtesy of Wal-Mart stores' Cheapest Undergarment Materials Possible Division. For added fun, get a call from your school about missing children who are in your class (who merely strayed from their waiting spot after school and have since been found, but that's not mentioned until 2 minutes into the call) at the same time. ITINERARY If you stay on Bourbon Street and it's between March and November, this is you...