Today’s parading was not as fun as last week, durn it. Here’s a quick run-down that is likely to be as dull as the parades themselves.
I saw Jackie O. She was warm. She was on the other side of the street at the Rich People Club.
The three parading groups were small and stingy. They threw like armless baboons.
I saw Elvis. He IS alive and was picking up the junk left on the edge of road from the parades.
It was cold. And windy. Double yuck.
Heather got a rad boa. Her husband bought it for her…awwww!
Peanut gave his Daddy kisses. I’m jealous.
I drank an O’Doul’s, I am cool.
The very first float was filled with the Juvenile Court members. One of the pubescent girls threw an entire bag of loot to her pal in the crowd. It must have been picked up by someone else because she was waving her finger and screaming like an idiot that the bag was for her friend. Classy. Very Classy. Her Mom would have been proud.
Dontcha wish you came, too??? Hmmm, I guess you can’t win ‘em all.