AHHHHHH Fat Tuesday, to be in RIO under the moon, running the beach naked as a Jay Bird with hot chicken blood covering my body.
Oh wait that was my Dads fantasy, what can one expect from a knuckle dragging deck Ape.
Moms is to ride a float in Mexico City wearing sequins glued to her body.
Me, a cold drink and a hot man, silk sheets, a fire in the fire place, a bottle of chilled wine, snowing outside and Enya or Lenora playing softly as I gaze with glassy eyes at the lottery ticket that makes me a millionare. Now that is a nice FAT Tuesday.