For those of you that aren't in the religious know, Mardi Gras was started by catholics as a way to "get all the sins out" before Ash Wednesday, which marks the beginning of Lent. Mardi Gras is always celebrated the Tuesday before (aka Fat Tuesday) as a way to party, drink, sing, dance, and *cough* sin until the wee hours of the morning.
Like a lot of holidays that started out as religious, the commecialist majority have evolved the holiday into their own creation.
Now Mardi Gras is about:
Boobs! Booze! The 'sin level' has increased steadily, and is now about breasts and sex and earning those little plastic beads.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I, like other bloggers, am tempted to shout from the rooftops "SHOW ME YER BOOBS!" to the blog world, but I know it won't be a successful endeavor. So I looked for an alternative last night.
What I found was absurd. And perfect.
I would like to introduce to you the best 'bad' movie on the Netflix instant play list: Pervert!
It is a 2005 movie, made in the style of Russ Meyer B movies. It even features this quote at the ending credits:
"What the public wants are big laughs and big tits and
lot's of 'em. Lucky for me, that's what I like too."
~ Russ Meyer: 1922-2004
Well said, my good chap. Well said.
The synopsis goes like this: While visiting his Bible-thumping yet lecherous father in the desert, randy college student James (Sean Andrews) tries everything he can to hook up with the local curvaceous cuties, but his sex quest stalls when a bloodthirsty killer targets every buxom beauty in sight. Porn star and onetime California gubernatorial candidate Mary Carey stars in this lusty nod to 1960s exploitation films
Is that not just full of win? I have two more words to add, that make this a must see movie.
Claymation Cock
Yes, spoiler alert, the killer is James' penis. Detached and thirsty for blood. Horrible, yet horribly priceless.
Just try to get through the first 5 minutes and the opening credits. If you can do that, you've gotten the main gist of the movie anyway.
So there ya go. Some silly sin for your Fat Tuesday. If you're lucky enough to get the real stuff in your face today, bros, more power to ya. If not, enjoy the movie.
And ladies, no offense was meant by this post. If you're easily offended, what are you doing reading my blog in the first place?? That said... SHOW ME YER -- eh, nevermind.
Cool, now here is the carnival, wich actually was made for the same purpose, but it's all about stupid teenagers getting drunk and looking for problems... :(
ReplyDeleteMeh, boobs are overrated. But then again, I'm a straight chick, what do I know about it?!
ReplyDeleteBooze however is not overrated, and since I am a "recovering" Catholic I don't have to give any of that shit up for lent either.
Happy Fat Tuesday!!
mardi gras was religious eh. I honestly uh, didn't know this. Totally makes sense though. I'll just add that to the list of good things religion has done to humanity.
ReplyDelete@D4: Like Easter and Cadbury Eggs / Peeps! Wooo!
ReplyDeleteSt. Patricks Day is going to be a similar post. About how Protestants started drinking beer or March 17th, in the middle of Lent, to thumb their noses at Catholic counterparts...
I saw so many boobs last night!
ReplyDeletehahahahah! you're crazy!
ReplyDeletei'll show you mine if you show me yours :p
To me, Mardis Gras seems like some foreign myth. I have never seen or participated in it except for once in college. It looks like fun, but I'm not particularly religious anyways, so I can sin whenever I want.
ReplyDeleteMardi Gras always sneaks up on me and then all of a sudden I'm like, Yo...why is everyone getting ready to party?
ReplyDeleteI would love to actually see this event in life, as european i only knew it from movies and books.
ReplyDeleteYou know? I think I might just watch that movie. :P Seems hilarious.
ReplyDeleteI don't really understand those religious ceremonies and holidays that are all about forigiving sins or whatever. It's like.. If you're gonna forgive me for my sins, then why the hell can't I have sex, drink beer, and show my shoulders in public?
I went to N'awlins once years ago for Mardi Gras...
ReplyDeleteI have some vague memories...and I think we lost one of the people we drove down with...never saw him again.
It's another part of Lost America now...
Here we have some pretty strange Mardi Gras stuff...
Up in the North of France, the Norther you get, the bigger the party. In Dunquerque, for some strange reason, they throw herrings to the crowd from a balcony on an old building overlooking the square...
We are talking thousands of wildly dressed people, most of the men are in bizarre drag and millions of herrings...
cant wait for mardi gras
ReplyDeleteok here you go my boobs
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@Choirchick: I think the point is to show a little more than just your shoulders, madam... but hey, good start at least...
ReplyDelete@microdot: Millions of herrings... really? Are there pictures of this? I want to go to France now.
Oh trust me. I know how to get beads. :P I was just making fun of the Mormons. They aren't allowed to wear tank tops or anything that shows your shoulders because apparently the most sinful part of a woman is the shoulders.
ReplyDelete@Ranchermom! Another recovering Catholic? I was an unmolested altar boy, and I'm still pissed they didn't find my little ass sufficiently desirable... dammit. I could use some of that Vatican hush money right about now, too.
ReplyDeleteIdaho: the drive-in theater (remember those?) in my home town put Russ Meyer-type films on every weekend, so we (the horny teenagers) would wait until the ticket office closed, then cut off our lights and drive in through the exit lane in the dark to watch titty flix for free.
In an era when Playboy was a big deal, titty flix were like heroin.
I'm still addicted...
For what it's worth, I read your opening lines and raised my shirt. Hope everyone else did, too.
Your post isn't offensive to the ladies... just so you know. :)
ReplyDeleteI wish I know where to go around my area for Mardi Gras for some boobs-flashing.
ReplyDeleteMardi Gras is on my list of things to do before I die...
ReplyDeleteI'm so offended. I've never heard of anything so outrageous in my life: menz wantz to see boobieeezzz.
ReplyDeleteboobies take over your religion lmao
ReplyDeleteI would have totally shown my boobs for a blogger bead award. You should definitely do that next year. lol
ReplyDeleteI LOVE movies that are so bad they're good. :D
ReplyDeleteTOAR - I love you.
ReplyDeleteLove you too :o)
ReplyDeleteOh, how I miss Mardi Gras. As a seven year veteran of the event, I've seen every shade of T&A in the great party city of New Orleans. TOAR, if that's all it took, then you would have gotten an actual beads FedEx'ed to your crib. The first time I went to MG I took my girlfriend at the time. Huge mistake! It was like taking a rib to a BBQ. The next six time it was me and the fellas. Beads are considered currency there and one year I even got jacked for some cool Budweiser glow-in-the-dark beads. Dude snatched them from my neck in a crowd. I never saw him, I only felt it. I still have tons of cool beads though.
ReplyDeletethis looks awesome.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know it was originally a religous holiday. I suppose I didn't know much about it at all. Now I do. And want to party!
ReplyDeleteHaha so I just googled the search phrase you told me about and it did indeed bring me here!! Creepy! It also brought me to comments on 2 youtube videos that said nothing about boobs. :/ My big question is. Who is trying to see my boobs?!!!
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