This afternoon, you pulled up Bayou Beer Garden in your kayak just to grab a cold one. You sir, are the man of my dreams. You're not the kind of guy who just throws in the towel on perfectly good day off. No! You're the kinda man that grabs the bull by the horns and carpes the shit out of the diem. Have that beer baby. You deserve it. While airbnbers cower in their shotguns, awaiting word from the national guard, you sir, glide through the streets like a gondolier in the canals of Venice; a beacon of hope and comfort during these post K times. I don't care where you may be from because you are a true New Orleanian and a real man! Your photo will go down in infamy. And when it does, remember who truly loved you first. This girl. Oh, and is that a mullet? Sexy.
