Today marks the end of Mardi Gras in New Orleans with Fat Tuesday. No more throwing beads with intent to damage sunglasses.
And no more boobs being unleashed upon the world.
How did I know it was Fat Tuesday? Easy. It’s a Tuesday in winter, and I stepped on a scale.
Exactly. I need to do something about my winter weight. The alternative is to join the Fat Tuesday festivities with my growing moobs. I think I’m up to a B cup.
Jim Flanigan Looks at the World 