Forget everything this week. Just forget it. " Fuck this! Fuck the napkin!" Clear your mind.
Forget what Karla said in French when she rushed off to the CBC for a manipulative self-serving statement after her release.
Forget what Bernardo said in English about his exwife in response, as he pulled the marionette strings of his lawyer.
Forget the 2012 Olympics that were awarded to London this week and the transit bombings that followed. (Must have been the French. They’re such sore losers.)
Forget the G8 summit, try to forget what Bob Geldof looks like, (well try anyway).
Forget the death of Luther Vandross. Forget your bills, forget the fact that your wife is banging the UPS guy. Forget all the shit. In the words of Metallica, "nothing else matters."
It’s Pottahawk weekend. Mardi Gras on the water, 2200 boats, side by side, or side by each, (whichever way you prefer).
A day of 10,000 beers, exposed flesh, obscure people, and sunburns galore in the worlds biggest toilet. Someone contact Wild On. This is what life should be all about, piss and get pissed, ( or, live and let live, if you will), not the other shit.
So forget, just for one day. Your mind will thank you, your bladder will thank you, and I thank you.
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