Egyptian Hieroglyphic Mardi Gras Law demands that the one who administers lashings must also be willing to endure the same from his subservient.
Mojo, however, was too stupid to figure this out.
I'll never forget seeing him as a child, in his matching Garanimals, when confronted with a Rubik's Cube he had screwed up beyond solution, just sloppily brushing primary colors from some paint cans, on each side, and then happily exclaiming "I did it again!" Beyond that, his inability to draw even a straight line with an Etch A Sketch proved to us that he would be a perfect Drink Slave for our Krewe. Mardi Gras is in the details, I always say, and it took years for us to find the perfect Drink Slave. He didn't even think to ask for dental insurance!
So we went inside,had another drink and emerged from our Egyptian Personas.
But Drew...remained Mojo. We hope Jennifer can handle it.
Ah, what am I saying. Drew is a great acid wit, and his appreciation of Mardi Gras with us is understood. Personally, I hope he never says "I can't go this year" because he blends well with all of our personalities, and is a great addition to our esprit de corps. Great on the parade routes, willing to offer a hand when needed, and a fine man. After all of these comments about Mojo's stupidity, I had to clear that up.
You don't believe what I just said do you? He's an idiot!
