Jaysus, Jaysus!
Every Mardi Gras, and now, every Southern Decadence, these really "religious" guys show up and try to preach to the people having a good time on the street. There's always an older guy, a couple of women that look just like they just got off of the back of some Hell's Angel's Bike, and a few other woman who seem to scorn these fallen women while hoisting banners that have some questionable bible quotes on them, and a group of younger guys who all look mad as hell, with more nasty banners and one or two of them hauling a big wooden cross. Of course they are all mad as hatters and mean as the devil! I refuse to give these fools any more picture space in this journal, but I must make this report...
One of the cross carrying guys was dragging his wooden cross down the street, but not actually dragging it; it had wheels, which Robert felt that he had to loudly point out. I tole Robert that these cross bois were crazy! On the verge of violent behavior, just waiting for a taunt to put them over the edge so they could rightiously kick some faggot ass. So he shut up.
Then, the next cross carrying boy comes down the street, and his heavy burden, a cross meant to represent the suffering of his very mean Jesus, was made out of PVC pipe! Bwahahaha! All bets were off! I couldn't have laughed hard enough! Even more, even more! He had a little wheel on the back of his ultra light cross... poor deluded soul. We bit back our taunts once again; this one was cute enough and certainly an object of both pity and lust
Then, right in front of the Good Friend's Bar, we find this very amusing preacher guy. He couldn't have been serious, but he played the part to the enth degree!
He had a badly made sign that said "Do you want to rot in Hell wth Kenny!?" He was accompanied by his wife and a very young child in a stroller. He was holding a picture of Kenny, a very pornographic picture of Kenny, and yes, you would want to rot in hell with Kenny, if only you would get a chance to! This guy is holding up porn and yelling at people, "Do you want to see this! Is this what you want to see, this gay porn! This filthy depiction of perverse sex between these wanton men?! I this what you want to see!"
Of course, dear! Bwahahaha, a brilliant costume! He was sweating, screaming and looking absolutely mad and holding up one after another gay porn mag!
Richard snatched up one of the religious tracts for closer examination...
..and found that this sort of thing had little to offer for him, personally. Haha!
But there might be someting to this religious movement, perhaps these other documents... we examined them all carefully before moving on.
Robert was shocked, absolutely shocked! Also instantly converted to this new faith.
Lots of other very amusing things happened, too numerous to mention, (well, Robert did show dick for the Queens on the big balcony and got big beads, that was a singularly momentous occassion!...) and then we made our way, ah, stumbled, home, where we had a restorative meal consisting of "free range" hot dogs from work with chili and buns and chips and all that high fat alcohol absorbing goodness. I dropped my last plate in my lap, mopped it up and after that wobbled out Robert's back door and into my back door and to bed, to sleep, perchance to pass out like a stone.
I've said it before. When Mardi Gras is over, well, it's over. You do not want another minute of it.
And that's the truth.
Every Mardi Gras, and now, every Southern Decadence, these really "religious" guys show up and try to preach to the people having a good time on the street. There's always an older guy, a couple of women that look just like they just got off of the back of some Hell's Angel's Bike, and a few other woman who seem to scorn these fallen women while hoisting banners that have some questionable bible quotes on them, and a group of younger guys who all look mad as hell, with more nasty banners and one or two of them hauling a big wooden cross. Of course they are all mad as hatters and mean as the devil! I refuse to give these fools any more picture space in this journal, but I must make this report...
One of the cross carrying guys was dragging his wooden cross down the street, but not actually dragging it; it had wheels, which Robert felt that he had to loudly point out. I tole Robert that these cross bois were crazy! On the verge of violent behavior, just waiting for a taunt to put them over the edge so they could rightiously kick some faggot ass. So he shut up.
Then, the next cross carrying boy comes down the street, and his heavy burden, a cross meant to represent the suffering of his very mean Jesus, was made out of PVC pipe! Bwahahaha! All bets were off! I couldn't have laughed hard enough! Even more, even more! He had a little wheel on the back of his ultra light cross... poor deluded soul. We bit back our taunts once again; this one was cute enough and certainly an object of both pity and lust
Then, right in front of the Good Friend's Bar, we find this very amusing preacher guy. He couldn't have been serious, but he played the part to the enth degree!
He had a badly made sign that said "Do you want to rot in Hell wth Kenny!?" He was accompanied by his wife and a very young child in a stroller. He was holding a picture of Kenny, a very pornographic picture of Kenny, and yes, you would want to rot in hell with Kenny, if only you would get a chance to! This guy is holding up porn and yelling at people, "Do you want to see this! Is this what you want to see, this gay porn! This filthy depiction of perverse sex between these wanton men?! I this what you want to see!"
Of course, dear! Bwahahaha, a brilliant costume! He was sweating, screaming and looking absolutely mad and holding up one after another gay porn mag!
Richard snatched up one of the religious tracts for closer examination...
..and found that this sort of thing had little to offer for him, personally. Haha!
But there might be someting to this religious movement, perhaps these other documents... we examined them all carefully before moving on.
Robert was shocked, absolutely shocked! Also instantly converted to this new faith.
Lots of other very amusing things happened, too numerous to mention, (well, Robert did show dick for the Queens on the big balcony and got big beads, that was a singularly momentous occassion!...) and then we made our way, ah, stumbled, home, where we had a restorative meal consisting of "free range" hot dogs from work with chili and buns and chips and all that high fat alcohol absorbing goodness. I dropped my last plate in my lap, mopped it up and after that wobbled out Robert's back door and into my back door and to bed, to sleep, perchance to pass out like a stone.
I've said it before. When Mardi Gras is over, well, it's over. You do not want another minute of it.
And that's the truth.
posted by durlx at 2/29/2004 07:50:00 AM
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