Been to Nawlins, have friends with family in Nawlins. Regional.

Edit: I know this isn't Nawlins, but I don't know how they pronounce Baton Rouge in Lusyanna. Here's a white woman explaining the dialects: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eeR7Ljv_tPc

Man, the guys' using scripted retorts and making huge leaps in his reasoning Trancecoach, he's obviously in the beat-them-all-into-plowshares camp, and you're wasting your finger joints with this cat-Compilation of irrelevant statistical mumbo-jumbo, citation of the most extreme cases of mental divergence, scripted, tiresome use of adjectives and accusatory phrases....Insects only have one function man, doing what they do best.

Oh and we love the whole, 'Works in Australia' broken-fucking-record...Yeah? Well dikes and levees alla Holland would work everywhere, too chappy-Sell that shit to Nawlins on your next visit....

Until the world is free of birds, there's gonna be bird-shit on your car.....The majority of the world uses Phillips-head screws in construction, no longer any need for framing hammers...Voila!

Sounds perfectly linear to me!

Citizens without firearms, in this paradigm, means fascism has won...period.
Enjoy your poisonous mosquitoes and avoidable skin cancer, Aussies! A shotgun in the hand of some back-a-Bourker is the least of your worries...

Hey man, funerals are only 'somber' events (except in Nawlins') because peeps are so attached to the planet and afraid of the unknown.

I want performing animals, blasting live music, and a massive food spread at my funeral-Get happy babies, yer still suckin'-air!!

Ya really think Nappin' Nelson gives a rats-ass who's on their phone??
Nice touch with the bluegrass-noodling music

Shit be poppin' in Nawlins' 'n Floridia, too...

poor 'nawlins folks...

Painting in New Orleans? Talk about putting lipstick on a pig! But isn't that just like someone from Nawlins? It figures that this bourgeois, cappuccino grunge, "I'm so relevant," artist would live in New Orleans. It's the home of fine whine. Oh, they got their noses in the air and pinkies stuck out, but that's just to keep away from the stench of the rotting corpses they bury ABOVE GROUND and to let you know that they always have their hand out for your spare change. In fact, all their plans in that city start with someone else's money.

Oh, Dotdude might be a painter, but he's really practiced in the art of how to separate you from your cash. Home tours, dot art, Bourbon Street bar hopping, transvestite window standing, drawing caricatures of tourists near the Cafe du Monde . . . what a life. Hang around here Dot . . . maybe some real class will rub off on you. Of course if you ever did get that close we'd have to go disinfect.