Lady Hayden left his Snoop on a Stick at my house two years ago after a long Wine & Whine weekend, so I of course had to bring his to Nola with me, so give back to him when I see him tomorrow. Going to go ahead and bet that we'll be perusing all the streets in the Quarter and the local gay bars with Snoops in hand. Hey, it's what we know. It's what we do.
People normally look at me like I'm some sort of batshit crazy when I bust out My Dogg, but what fun is a plane ride without making an ass out of yourself?!?!?
My poor seatmates, I don't even think they knew what to do when I pulled this gangsta out of my bag. Charles was at least crazy enough, (read: drunk enough) to go along with it and pose for a picture.
My poor seatmates, I don't even think they knew what to do when I pulled this gangsta out of my bag. Charles was at least crazy enough, (read: drunk enough) to go along with it and pose for a picture.
This dude next to me, however, did not! So I did it myself! :)
I'm going to go ahead and suggest to area school districts that my Snoop on a Stick become the next Flat Stanley.
PS - Dude the hair!?!?!? Well, let's just say that any picture taken and posted during this weekend will be of me with some whacked out do. Airport security confiscated my mousse that controls this crazy mop, and well...I'm in New Orleans. Yikes.
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