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So I'm finally back in Jefferson County where I belong. It's been quite a ride, as they say.

I spent the first few days after Hurricane Katrina floating around New Orleans in a rescue boat with Sean Penn. We saw some things that will definately stick with me for the rest of my life. I don't even know where to start!

Sean is one crazy hombre, I can tell you that. I saw him smoke enough of the pot to put down a mule, but he just kept on piloting that boat like it was nothing.

At night, after we had collected enough bloated corpses to get our check from FEMA, he would start drinking again. This would usually end up with him donning the "Free mustache rides" T-shirt, and trolling the Superdome for underaged refugee tang. At this point, I would usually break away and hit the payphones to call Shelia. One night, he got so shithoused that he left the dome, wandered what was left of the city, and ended up taking a gigantic shit on the bridge to Gretna.

He was really a handful. I'm suprised he wasn't shot at by the Gretna police like these people!

After all that, I just had to take a vacation. I told my wife that I was staying on for another few weeks to help with the cleanup, and met Shelia in Key West. We had a really fantastic time, spending our days and nights humping like rabbits. It was a much needed respite from the insaity of both my wife, and Sean.

Then along came Wilma.

I knew we couldn't evacuate, because I would have no choice but to return home, and my wife has been asking a lot of questions lately. She's always wondering aloud why I am still in New Orleans, long after the volunteer effort seemed to have mostly stopped. I would always come back with something like "Just because it's not on the news every day doesn't mean it's over!"

We decided to ride out the storm. It was actually quite romantic, though a tad scary. After a few days, Shelia and I got tired of listening to chainsaws buzzing, and realized that it was time to come home and get some work done.

So here we are.

P.S. Richard Scrushy=NOT GUILTY!
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This has to be a lie. Selia? A lesbo? I don't think so!

Then again, they could mean my wife! I've emailed the people at go-quiz.com to ask them for some evidence and some clarification.
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i really hate to see chris mcnair railroaded in the press like this. don't they understand that he's done more for jefferson county than anyone (except me)?!?!

now i'll never get my goddamn domed stadium and shelia will continue to just see the failings of visionland. i NEED this, goddamnit!!

FUCK YOU, GARY WHITE!

FUCK YOU, MARY BUCKELEW!

FUCK YOU, BETTYE FINE COLLINS!

YOU FUCKING PECKERWOODS! ALL YOU EVER CARED ABOUT WAS MOUNTAIN BROOK ANYWAY!

they don't even NEED county funds, morons!

god, this shit is driving me insane! it's really starting to drive a wedge between me and shelia. we've been arguing a lot lately, and sometimes it's really hard to keep my voice down. when i came downstairs for dinner last night, my wife asked who i was yelling at. i had to think quickly. all i could come up with was that i was thinking about how richard has all of 21st st named after hime, and i don't have shit.

i really don't know how long this can keep up.
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is it because the zoomerang is broken?
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