There is no mall in Southern Mississippi. No Macy's. No Loft. No Pottery Barn. Nick and I went Baton Rouge to go to the mall, it smelled so delicious. We saw the Mississippi, Nick saw LSU, and Owen blew out his diaper.
This weekend we went to New Orleans. Let's just say with a wrong turn down Bourbon Street I turned into the worst mother ever. We took an immediate turn off of it... right after the wall of ladies va-jay-jays and just before the voodoo apothecary.
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| famous beignets |
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| right behind this trolley there is a man being arrested for public drunkeness. true story. |
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| ever feel like you look good... then you see a picture of yourself? |
1 comment:
Dude, you have to go back and correct this post. There IS a mall in South Mississippi. And you look beautiful. True Story.
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