Mardi Gras around the world…

… In Rome

In Venice

Photographed by Stewart Halperin

In North Carolina

Pictured in the front; Frank Weathers and Mr. Nelson. Stephanie’s the tramp in the back with the big hair and her hands on her hips and that’s me by the open trailer door waving y’all to come over and have some apple wine and moonshine in red plastic cups. Cause I’m fancy and junk.


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  • It’s Fat Tuesday, so I just had two chili dawgs for lunch, topped off  with mustard and onions.

  • tj.nelson

    I shoveled snow Frank.

    Kat – are you drunk right now?

    And I laugh.

  • Paige Deaner

    I am a misplaced Southerner (Louisianan, no less), wasting away up here in Northern Colorado where people think you just eat pancakes at the Methodist Church for Mardi Gras. I’m cold. And miserable. I’m looking for a good, southern, Catholic family to adopt me since my real family is too busy having crawfish boils and drinking hurricanes to notice my plight.

  • Now a red solo cup is the best receptacleFor barbecues tailgates fairs and festivalsAnd you sir do not have a pair of testiclesIf you prefer drinking from glass
    A red solo cup is cheap and disposableAnd in 14 years they are decomposableAnd unlike my home they are not foreclosableFreddie-Mac can kiss my a$$ woo
    Red solo cup I fill you upLets have a party lets have a partyI love you red solo cup I lift you upProceed to party proceed to party

    (sorry, couldn’t resist after that last photo… My husband’s unfortunate taste for country music at least occasionally turns up something amusing. Now if I could just get the kids to quit singing it…)