Call To Drunks!

Troubadours of tipsy!  Brandishers of booyah!  Accountants of absurd!  Take your rightful place under the gaze of billy dee williams and god himself (practically synonymous) in an heroic epic of inebriated proportions.  Four malt liquored prophets bestowed with drunken destiny and the sole responsibility to do one thing, spend billy dee's money, will ran rampant in the streets of new orleans leaving no booze bottle unturned, no floozy uncat-called and no babbling homeless musician uninterviewed and subsequently showered with Colt 45.

We will be taking requests as to how billy dee's money should be spent, the tentative itinerary includes:

- drunken jazz steamboat rides
- drunken voodoo priest fortune telling (custom gris-gris doll assemblage)
- drunken graveyard crawls
- drunken airboat rides/inevitable gator wrestling
- drunken xavier v. loyola court side seats
- arbitrary game of chance to designate sober driver then drunken rental car to gulf of mexico
- eating only foods that begin with 'cajun'
- hookers.   lots of hookers.  

if you have any ideas as to how billy dee's money could be better spent do not hesitate to comment, all absurd suggestions with be taken into very serious consideration.  

check back for video/audio/visual updates beginning January 12th. 

may the fortys be with you.