Public Sex Acts

Part "Girls Gone Wild," part hardcore porn, this scene is one helluva spectacle. Well, actually it's several, all in the milieu of N'awleans streets, clubs, and alleyways. You'll see a swamp-dwelling redneck getting his dick blown on a balcony; you'll witness all kinds of sluts performing all kinds of sexual stunts with glazed expressions; you'll watch a ton of women showing their (perfect) tits, pussies, and asses to guys with video cameras. Drunk chicks rule! But hey, it's Mardi Gras, and it's all about the beads.

There's a metal song out where metal vocalist Phil Anselmo declares New Orleans to be a "dying whore." That may be true, but this scene shows us that most of the whores in Nola are far from dead! And there sure are a lot of 'em. Beer, broads, and a whole lotta boobs - some of them painted. Chicks kissing each other and sucking each others' nips. A guy that whips out his big, black cock on the street for a couple of bucks. Another guy playing paddle-balls with his peckerhead! Dying whore, you say? I say it's my kind of town!

The most important equation to the average Mardi Gras partier is as follows: beer + beads = boobs. Most of the boobs you'll see are "Playboy tits": firm, tan, perky and young. Get 'em drunk, give 'em some beads, watch the titties pop out all over the place - from windows, balconies, and passing cars. More tits than you can shake an ass at, but some of the girlies give it a try anyway. If you can't make it down there yourself, this flick is the next best thing.

Ah, Mardi Gras. So many tits, so little time. Some of them are partially obscured by beads, but hey, that goes with the territory. And yet, the girls with the most beads are the ones showing the most boob. Odd how that works out. If you're an ass man, you're in luck, because those tend not to be obscured as the beads tend not to fit over girl's waist very well. I suppose you could stuff a snatch full of beads, but the snatches in this movie are quite uncovered. Besides, we'd rather stuff them with something else, wouldn't we? Unfortunately, you have to be in New Orleans at the right time to make that happen.

It's boobs on the beach in the bayou - Mardi Gras, overflowing the streets and pubs of New Orleans. Boobs overflowing the women who flock to this one-week paradise (and 51-week shithole) to drink heavily and earn beads by being the same little sluts their grandmothers (at least one of whom appears in this scene) were in their own time. Like their tits, their sluttiness is passed from generation to generation. Gee, seems like, if they'd just save the beads, they wouldn't have to do it over, and over, and over again. Shhh, don't tell them, or no boobs for you!