Happy the Mardi Gras, Internet. I don’t really celebrate it much myself (you know why), but I will gladly take the day off from work. I’m opportunistic like that. In fact, getting the day off for the Mardi Gras is really the only perk to living in south Louisiana. That, and in the Summer when the girls sometimes don’t wear the bras, all the humidity often makes it easier to see nipple.
Other than bottling the IPA that’s been brewing in my spare bathtub the past month and packing for a business trip, I think I’ll spend the day writing a haiku. Or two. For you.
sorority girls
so drunk and, briefly, topless
make their fathers proud.mardi gras mambo
mambo mambo, party gras
just fucking stop it.vomiting frat boys
one too many cans of pabst
i hope you all die.
Okay, so that was three. Didn’t think you were paying attention.
So glad the server's back up! It was very frustrating not being able to respond to your glorious haikus. I have a soft spot for vomiting frat boys myself, meaning, I hate them too.
I find complaining about your server errors on my own site is more emphatic and age-appropriate than actually complaining about it directly to you.
Dear Poet,
I must confess I admire your haikus. However, I am ever so slightly disappointed that the drunk sorority girls are only briefly topless. Could you not make them topless for a little longer so we may all enjoy?
Your ding dong haiku fan,
Professor Scrub
http://www.profscrub.com