menotyou

Last Monday, like many Houstonians, I was harboring a quiet resentment towards New Orleans evacuees. This may be hard to understand if you aren't from here, but I'll try and explain anyway. We had all expected to help these people in need for a few months...then they would go home. But a lot of them never did. I remember the day the buses started rolling in...I was driving home from work and I had noticed a significant increase in the homeless population. I even saw a hobo brawl...they were probably fighting over turf or Thunderbird or some such nonsense. I remember telling myself at the time, "It's ok. They need help. We'll give it to them, and then they will go home." Well.....we still have a shit load of homeless.

Flash forward to last Tuesday.

My girl and I drove out to New Orleans for a small vacation. Everyone was exceedingly nice. Tuesday night we went into a local Irish bar for a few beers and started talking to the bartender. Never in my life could I imagine a situation where a bartender in the French Quarter would ever comp drinks to anyone, but as soon as it became known we were from Houston the beer ran freely. There was genuine appreciation in his eyes, and he proceeded to introduce us to the other locals, comp drinks, and he even kept the bar open later than they normally would. This trip really changed the way I view certain situations.

I feel like I should tell some sort of dick and fart joke to make up for the previous paragraphs. Save me the trouble and tell me your favorite crass jokes.