Do You Know What It Means to Fiend New Orleans? Part II

So then, our heroes gumshoed down cannedheat Boubon Street. The road was soapmoist from irrigation. The legioness sickyawn and hottle fottle and sextape beadfills spilled Neptune's disgustflush o'ernight. Now crowning lightbright eroded drencher assfault, but stankonia reminded heroes, preyhunters all, of the whored swillrack uncleansed. Preyhunters, por course, because tummy rumblefish bob's po' boy.

Charles bekept namesake Jameson and triforce ford coppolas in his marsupial shoulderall, in case heroes became stunned by phasering lightbright and needed a roadside revelation. For, the beauteousness of herelife is the alcoholics licensure is Crescently full-bodied. Also, marsupialled was various joeyfood - the bookendpan and the red red raz and the roofmouth crunch, all for cheap latersnack yum.

Amerigo then sputtered, "Scary decadence anight blights those crazy hair of the dog gogos, Charles. Methinks dawn sickyawn dug a chasm between mind and shotty. This Pirate Bar momentum is too early birdy. The horses on this carousel are beginning to go straight!."

In a floppy ogrestride, Pierre dimly dismissals, "Hottle please." So Charles unstows his woozy cargo and bequenches namesake Jameson to Pierre, the Booze Desert. Pierre glugabugs musky rapture into ford coppola one and two and sheergrins Charles.

Charles saids, "Holy St. Patrick, we pray blotto everafter. ErinGoBraugh lightbright drunk enriches leprechaun gold. However, the stupid rainbow belongs only Amerigoward, that sissypants bad rally monkey."

Amerigo: "Sour grapes and evil wine."

Charles: "Follow this galleon alley so we can grabsinthe. Rickey turn, land ho, whording heroes."