Friday night was Mardi Gras here in Brooklyn. Tim and Sam's parents sent up from New Orleans all the supplies needed to celebrate Nawlins style.
Tim counts out the slices of King Cake to make sure no one is left out.
Chelsea got the baby in her slice of the King Cake. I called her an unfit mother because she kept biting its head, we had a little fist fight, threw the baby and lost it under the futon, and in the end she regained full custody.
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