DVNO

I lived in Los Angeles for over 10 years and I'm from New Orleans, i never called louisiana LA, it was always louisiana. LA is los angeles, no one say FL for Florida or MS for Mississippi. People who talk like that are f'n idiots and are the reason why people around the country think we are morons.

Im calling it now, he died of either:

- AIDS
- Poisoned

that's all i got

Although i don't wish death on someone, frick this dude for being a shill for Israel

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8-4 LSU will melt hard next year when y'all to go Texas Bowl again

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Give it a season, after LSU wins the championship next year, no one will remember. It's not what you've' done, but what have you done for me lately.

It was about cutting China's balls off and their influence in the western hemisphere.

It was about saying frick you to BRICS, it was about maintain US Supremacy and making the Chin Chong's bend the knee.

The Narco shite was part of it, but the main bread and butter has and will always be fricking china over.

BUH LEE DAT

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Bud light is the same beer we have been drinking for 30 years

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Very bold and strong of you to come out after so long :lol:

Wrong, it was a couple of boosters. Graves is one of them, but not the bulk of the payout.

frick Israel

Me.....I had just spent a week in Vegas and flew back into MSY late Saturday night. Instead of heading home, I went straight to Baton Rouge for a party. The next morning, around 7 a.m., my phone rang, it was my parents. They told me they were evacuating New Orleans and would swing by to pick me up on their way to Houston. I was half-asleep thinking, What are they even talking about? But sure enough, they showed up, and we hit the road. What should’ve been a 3–4 hour drive from Baton Rouge turned into a grueling 12-hour trek in contraflow traffic all the way to Houston.

A few days later, I flew back from Houston into Baton Rouge. I had a FEMA pass that let me get on I-10 into New Orleans as a first responder. I’ll never forget the moment I hit Kenner, coming off that long stretch of I-10 from LaPlace. The U-Haul storage facility’s wall had collapsed, you could see straight into each unit, people’s lives laid out like open boxes. And even before reaching the city, you could smell it; decay, mold, death, carried on the air.

When I got to Clearview and I-10, the road was blocked. I had to get off and take Veterans. It was eerie, not just the debris scattered everywhere, but the sight of National Guard humvees rolling by, soldiers manning turrets, and Black Hawks overhead, dropping people onto the interstate to be evacuated. Also bc of marshall law being invoked, you had to be out of the city by sundown or in your house bc the national guard would arrest you or possibly shoot your arse.

What really burned into my memory was driving toward Lake Ave and seeing West End, completely underwater from the breach at the 17th Street Canal. I remember look at it and thinking this is what it must feel like when the world ends and society collapses.

For the next semester, I bounced between Baton Rouge, New Orleans, and Houston, acting as a liaison for my family while they stayed in the Galleria area. My siblings went to Strake Jesuit and St. Ann’s. There were so many New Orleans kids at Strake that they had to split schedules, with all the NOLA kids going to class from 3 p.m. to 9 p.m. My brother told me that many of the evening teachers were actually from New Orleans themselves, which made it surreal: same teachers, same classmates, just in a completely different city.

That’s what I remember; it was chaotic, surreal, and unforgettable.