And you know how!
Oh, fer gawd's sake!
Must Her Royal Highness the Cat
teach you EVERYTHING?
HRH is a Bead Girl from waaaaaaaaaaay back!
Maybe just a bit TOO way back . . . .
But for all you WILD WIMMIN
out there who indulge,
I'll just end with a word of advice --
That's a mistake I'LL never make AGAIN!
I have never been to New Orleans during Mardi Gras, but was there shortly after...and it was just as exciting.
ReplyDeleteThe photo of the cat wrapped in beads reminds me of the collection of beads I received in the '90s from a San Diego friend on her return from Mardi Gras. I asked how she got so many and she simply pointed at her very substantial breasts. Oh, yeah!
ReplyDeleteI’ll get there one day but the tits will remain covered, thank you!
ReplyDeleteLmaoooo
ReplyDeleteThe ‘show us your kitties’ sign is everything.
XoXo
I'd rather y'all show us your kitties, but that's just me!
ReplyDeletehahhaa.....too cute.
ReplyDeleteReminds me that when my son was in high school, shoes called TIDDIES were so popular...he wanted a pair but when we went to buy them, he was too shy to go in the store...I went in and bought the shoes while he stayed in the car....lol
I agree with Sixpence! That one actually made me bark with laughter!
ReplyDeletemy tit showing days are over. they were shown way more than enough back when.
ReplyDeleteI'm stealing a couple of these. they are too good to pass up.
ReplyDeleteLaissez les bon temps rouler!
This almost made me want to go to Naw'lins.
ReplyDeleteThese are awesome! My girls are going to stay under-cover, too!
ReplyDeleteTo kick off our fasting here, today is known as Faschnut day. While am I to pass up a powdered faschnut!
ReplyDeleteI totally forgot about Mardi Gras. Thanks for reminding me.
ReplyDeleteI've been so out of it that I didn't realize today was Fat Tuesday.
ReplyDeleteMardi Gras Cat is a super hero.
I wanna see kitties, not titties. and NO ONE gets to see my fun bags!
ReplyDeleteWait, where's your Mardi Gras picture, Debs? :P
ReplyDeleteI love the hairless cat with saggy boobs!
ReplyDeleteI've been to Mardi Gras a few times and I barely remember the first time!! Had one too many hurricanes from Pat Obriens. I did wake up with a nice variety of beads though. ;)
ReplyDeleteSOOOO glad mobile camera phones weren't a thing in the 80's and 90's!!
Mardi Gras again already?
ReplyDeleteMine aren't much to look at and a bit hairy, but I won't object if others want to flash their goods. Who am I to stand in the way of freedom?
Such a variety of tits!
ReplyDeleteI’m not sure I understand what this is all about - and WHERE are the kitties?
ReplyDeleteLol. Happy Mardi Gras!
ReplyDeleteI am still laughing.
ReplyDeleteCarla
Party time
ReplyDeleteShow us your tits! LOL! Where's your picture Deb?? LOL!
ReplyDeleteMarch is not lamb here. Hope it's warmer in New Orleans!
ReplyDelete6 years ago tonight, the grands and I were working on a project when we kept hearing a helicopter going over our neck of the woods. We went outside and investigated. The helicopter was using their searchlight to look for someone who had robbed the shopping center not far from us (found out later). The grands started inside and I yelled "throw me some beads mister". I hadn't really flashed but they have never let me forget my flashing a copter on Mardi Gras night. Sheeeeeeeesh, kids. tee hee
ReplyDeleteOops, I lifted my shirt to show you my tits and then I saw a bunch of tits. Guess I didn't need to be an exhibitionist. It was fun while it lasted.
ReplyDeleteHappy Fat Tuesday.
HAHA! It's always a riot at your blog :)
ReplyDeleteExcellent tribute to Mardi Gras Debra.
ReplyDeleteOur Sydney Mardi Gras held last Saturday was a big success with a huge turnout. In 2018 we celebrated 40 years with 300,000 spectators, 190 floats with 12,000 participants.
Peggy xxx
I'd have to take off my blue jeans to show my tits.
ReplyDeleteI went to Mardi Gras in 1996 while visiting a classmate who lived in New Orleans for a while. I came home with LOTS of beads. But not the fancy ones tossed to those in the know. I quickly figured it out and decided to save myself the embarrassment of not being a beads target. Some of those women were extremely well endowed! So why haven't I been back to enjoy the scenery since????
ReplyDeleteI strung ma New Orleans beads around ma lamp … really pretty … Other than that … I put ma tits into cages called bras … really pretty in there as well … smiles … Anyway … Ya … and happy lent ... Much love, cat.
ReplyDeleteso many types of tits flying around
ReplyDeleteI can’t stop laughing,, I missed reading your posts
ReplyDeleteI knew there would be no need to ask how one earns their beads..funny
ReplyDeleteToo late... it's Wednesday already.
ReplyDeleteFor us it was Pancakes day.
ReplyDeleteAnd, I cannot help but ask: only half naked?;-)
ReplyDeleteThe "wear a bra" cracked me up! All excellently clever.
ReplyDeleteThese are hilarious! Loved New Orleans but Bourbon Street even when it wasn't Mardi Gras was intriguing to say the least. And the streets were sticky *shudder*
ReplyDeleteI have an intern from Louisiana who tells us there is a cake with a plastic baby baked into it, and if you get that in your piece of cake, it's supposed to be good luck.
ReplyDeleteI think I might understand this better if I was still a drinker.
As a birder, I appreciated the field guide to the tits. Otherwise known more modestly as chickadees in this country. Yours as well.
ReplyDeleteLet's just say I'm grateful smartphones weren't around in 90s and leave it at that.
ReplyDeleteElsie
Show us your binoculars...
ReplyDeleteJP
LOL, I've never been to New Orleans, but I'd love to visit, preferably NOT during Mardi Gras, because I'm getting old and cherish uninterrupted sleep.
ReplyDeleteThose naked cats! They look so cold! LOL!
ReplyDeleteMardi Gras sounds more fun than pancake day ...
ReplyDeleteI got odd looks from the Einstein Brothers manager when I came in wearing my beads. I explained Mardi Gras but he apparently had never heard of such. Oh the pain.
ReplyDeleteOh my, I learned things I didn't know from this post ~ LOL!
ReplyDeletefunny i guess
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