Sailjuggernaut

Leaf Guard-"I told you not to get on that ladder. It's dangerous"

Cheeze Its- Where kid looks like he is about to kiss girlfriends dad.

Balance of Nature-too much

My Pillow-glad they aren't on anymore

I live relatively close and have been there many, many times. Probably like a year. All I have to say is what Northern entertainment district? Are they calling Lulu's and entertainment district because there is nothing else there except the airport.

Am I smelling political patronage?

You know what I find really crazy about this? Do these teacher not expect the kid to go tell everyone? Young boys would never keep this a secret.

Sooo stupid!

Oh please SFP, tell how smart you are. LOL

What a great game and a 1st class butt kicking!

I care about great teams regardless of what sex the team is and as long as it's not mixed.

Given that 5 play at a time, 10 seems like a 2nd string. Very few teams have the depth LSU has.

I was there as a desk clerk around '84 when I graduated UNO, then went to the downtown Hilton for about 9 months and then returned to the Airport Hilton as Assistant and then the Director of Front Office.

Can you imagine having this level of TDS?

I was in management at the Airport Hilton in Kenner when this happened. A group of Colombians were staying there and one of the was the killer.

The killer got ID'd at the airport trying to buy a ticket out. He got spooked and caught our courtesy van back to the hotel. Before every federal agency known descended on the hotel. He caught a cab supposedly to go to the French Quarter from one of regular cabbies who we nicknamed "High Pockets" due the wearing pants that were half way up his torso. He also wore coke bottle glasses. While on the way to the FQ, the killer told the cabbie to bring him to Meridian, MS.

In the midst of the chaos, my desk clerk called and said one the the Colombians ran him off the road on the way home to find out what was going on at the hotel with the feds. A FBI agent and my self went to interview him.

Upon return, everyone was celebrating. Oddly enough, old High Pockets hit a deer that ran onto the road. The killer was arrested due to an APB.

I couldn't let the feds search the room without a warrant. The next day, all the hotel was abuzz with what was in the room. Cocaine? Money? Guns? It was crazy how wild everyone's imagination was.

We had a staff meeting that day. The FBI came with a warrant during the meeting. The GM sent me with them to inventory the room. Upon return to staff meeting I did not say a word. The room was silent and the stares were heavy. Finally everyone bust out. What was in the room, they finally chimed in. My response: There was guns, cocaine, tons of money. They all knew it.

After I let them chew on that for a while, I let them in on the truth. There was nothing but some Miami Vice looking clothes. I laughed my butt off at them and their imaginations. I think some are still pissed.