THOUGHTS FROM BULLY: Sometimes I Quack Myself Up 

Once a year revelry and stupidity takes me over and this year was no different.    

Our crew, The Nemisis Riders lined up downtown Baton Rouge for the Spanishtown Parade and this year’s float theme was “DISCO DUCKS”. 

We were wearing colors of orange and yellow and supporting some stupid looking garments. Not as shocking as the black tights with the pink thong and feathers that I wore some years earlier, but fun all the same.

We were wearing, big orange duck feet complete with orange leggings to look like duck legs and hats that had duck eyes. We were a sight to behold.

As we waddled around the float throughout the crowds this day took on a ‘Quazy’ turn. 

Families and a their kids were stopping to take photos with the ‘Quazy, Quacky, Disco Ducks’. 

I was able to perform community service in my duck feet. I told kids to stay off, Quack. 

I told many people that they were Quacking me up.

One little unrully kid kept trying to stomp on my big foam duck feet. I thought I had gotten rid of the little turd when he suddenly snuck up behind me and gave me a wedgy in my Quack. I turned around and Quacked the Quap out of him.  

As we walked around one set of duck feet tore and we fixed it with duck tape. 

All-in-all we were basically just duckin’ around. 

I had numerous hot chicks ask me to shake a tail feather.

Generally as we ride and throw beads, revelars scream, “Throw me something mister.” This year was a continous parade of people Quacking like ducks hoping to get that big bead. Quack, quack, quack. One guy yelled, “Quackity, Quack, Don’t Quack Back!”

We had a great ride. Our costumes worked with the float and the weather was perfect. 

There is one concern that I have. In my photos I think the X-large shirt makes me look fat. What do you think? Maybe a smaller shirt.