Johnny White’s all right.
The She Monkey and I are in New Orleans, and stopped in for a drink (or two) at Johnny White’s, the only bar in New Orleans that remained open during — and after– hurricane Katrina, living up to their motto, “Johnny White’s never closes.”
Purchased: one t-shirt. Copy: FEMA evacuation plan: Run, Montherfucker, Run.
Now that’s good copy.
Next stop: Navarre, Florida, just outside of Pensacola.
Email Article Friday, May 26th, 2006 at 10:20pm Mack Simpson
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1. Makethelogobigger | May 27th, 2006 at 11:16 am
I’ll take one of the “Swim, Bitch, Swim.” shirts in XXL please.
;-p
2. Mack Simpson | May 31st, 2006 at 2:34 pm
Sorry, brother, but by the time I was able to get somewhere to log in (a Starbucks south of Pensacola), I was long-gone from N.O.
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