New Orleans Hot Brunch
The unfortunate situation that arises when you’re working Brunch at the local po-boy shack and it’s almost 100° outside and the sweat drips down the small of your back inevitably accumulating in your butt crack. The only way to provide relief to this uncomfortable predicament is to dust the crack of your ass with the powdered sugar from the beignet station, thus absorbing the sweat and providing some small bit of relief as you continue to roast in the Louisiana sun.
1. HOT DAMN BRAH!! My ass is swampy like the Bartholomew Bayou, we got ourselves a New Orleans Hot Brunch today!
2. Person one: “Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?”
Person two: “Who gives a flying fuck? Pass the powdered sugar because it’s a god damn New Orleans Hot Brunch in my pants right now.”
2. Person one: “Who dat say dey gonna beat dem Saints?”
Person two: “Who gives a flying fuck? Pass the powdered sugar because it’s a god damn New Orleans Hot Brunch in my pants right now.”