Yes, that is a black man in black face. 
I want my own personal hand-held Jester.
Rough marketing.
The King of Zulu
This hungover horse totally regrets getting that tattoo last night.
I have not been this happy since our wedding. Until you catch a Zulu coconut, you can't understand.
Am I too old for a "deez nutz" joke? Yes? By about 15 years? Ok, then I won't.
2.06.2008
Mardi Gras Day #3
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I really like that coconut Adam is holding in his left hand. When he got it at the parade, I coveted it even though, by then, I had four or five of my own.
Did you see the monkey I got? That is one in a series of three. One is See-No-Evil. One is Speak-No-Evil. One is Hear-No-Evil. I got Hear-No-Evil. Some guy at my church has two granddaughters who got two at the parade, and he wanted to know if I would be willing to trade something so they could complete their set. I was like, "I'll trade something so they can help me complete my set."
I gave the first coconut to Mrs. Chris, whom you never met. Anyway, she ended up getting one off a float; and her husband grabbed two off the ground. (How does that happen with all those hands in the air grabbing for them?) The one I gave her was silver. I don't have a silver coconut. I think she should return the one I gave her since she got three of her own. Don't you?
I love how all Christian charity goes out the window in a hurry when it comes to these coconuts. I think Mrs. Chris is deserving of a beat-down for not giving you back the silver coconut.
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