Good morning all.
Time to wake up and smell the gravy!
Hope everybody is surviving the beginning of the long-ass NFL offseason.
I know why you're here. You're here for the goddamn gravy! And boy howdy do we have a good one today. It's truly the best of both worlds. It's tasty as
I have a neighbor who is a Saints fan. I've hardly spoken to him at all, but for some reason whenever a game is on he is standing in front of my building chain smoking. The last time I saw him was coming home from work on Monday night 2
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Hello kiddies! I'm back.
Here at the nervous hospital where I have been requested to stay they felt (the fools) safe enough to swing open the doors of the mentally wounded and desperately depraved ward and let me have a visit but this visit comes
Sean Payton invited me out for drinks the other night. Normally, I'd turn him down, but he mentioned to me that he had some ideas on what to do to revitalize my running game, so I said fuck it and headed to the Bayou to catch up. Somewhere along the