For all it’s trying, Mardi Gras never really caught on as a national holiday. Most here in New England just know it as Grab A Six-Pack And Watch Those Carnival Episodes of Cops Day. ‘Course,

if you were actually from Louisiana, this would be an emaciated husk of traditional Fat Tuesday celebrations

and—hey, why does J.Pat reek of tears? And why is he shuffling around DigHQ putting beads on inanimate objects, then yelling at them? Hmmm. Maybe A Friendly Match of Tony Hawk’s Underground 2 will cheer him up. It’s got a killer New Orleans level. [Truth. –Ed.]

[Tue 2.21.12. 242 Not New Orleans, Not Louisiana. FAT.TUE.SDAY. 6am/is when/the drinking started. @SadnessBeads.]


"Time's glory is to calm contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light." - Shakespeare, "The Rape of Lucrece" "I gyve unto my wief my second best bed with the furniture." - Shakespeare, "Last Will and Testament."

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