So the pope is dead...

posted by jeremy on April 05, 2005

Long live the pope. O hope. O nope. O dope. yope. O cope.

My friend Jeff B. has been in town the last few days and its been a fun blur of goddam this and that. We went out the first night with a large group of people to the insane, and I mean retarded-crazy, flashy tit-waving bars of the cheesy-evil & notorious Bourbon street. Woah, what a night. I just remember a fountain filled with fire, a wrestling match on the floor of some bar, having a drink thown at me by a random stranger, arm wrestling matches of epic quality between rival females (pictures soon), jeff taking some nasty shot of liquor straight from some girls mouth, a small rowdy party back at my house, a couple lines of coke (always too prevalent in this bloody town), then kissing some girl I've always wanted to kiss...

& waking, waking up to the most beautiful day in the history of our world.

I don't really want this blog to be a diary of decadence. I'll write about some truly wholesome, or at least intelligent, next time, I swear.

Any way, long live the pope. The pope is dead.