Here we see Generik directing traffic. Unfortunately, there isn't any |
This camera sponsored by the Booze Council. o/~ B double o z e. Boooze
o/~ |
"Guys, I'm telling you, the internet is over this way." |
"Hello, police. I got some realllly creepy people following me." |
Oh, like she's never looked into the window of a pet store in the red
light district before. |
We see that it wouldn't be a capper con without Deadlyringer |
"Joe, would you stop asking every guy who walks buy if he 'wants
a date'?" "Not now, I almost have enough to buy a ticket home!" "Well, if you
put it that way, you can have this side of the street, I'll take the other!" |
One of New Orleans' many municipal bouncers informs the cappers that
they're in violation of the city dress code. The ties will have to go.
And the jackets. And the pants. |
Erik "Generik" Wilson. Capper. Scholar. Gentlemen. Ass Watcher. |
"Look guys, we've been waiting for over an hour, I think it's time
we face facts, Emeril's not coming!" |
If they hadn't been so wrapped up discussing the merits of Ed Wood,
they'd have found out about the star bellied Sneetch across the street. |
With the cappers heading off, the NOLA contingent of the "Wanna' Make
Something Of It?" chat room take over the cam. |