bourbon street

a street in new orleans’ french quarter. this street is the site of many u.f.b.’s(unidentified flashed b–bs) also the home to the most powerful drink in n.o. the hand grenade. three or four of these bad boys and even the most hard core drinker will be stumblin’. also home to the 64oz plastic beer bottle filled with your drink of choice(my personal favorite). mardi gras and bourbon street go hand in hand(hints the u.f.b.’s). often times sober visitors will find that on arrival to this famous street they are disgusted at the stinch of old beer,p-ss,puke,and that their feet stick to the brick streets, but as they leave they fully understand why the street is the way it is because by two or three in the morning they have managed to contribute by spilling a drink, throwing up somewhere, and p-ssing on someone’s doorstep or any random place they can find to do so (just don’t let n.o.p.d. catch you).
after a night on bourbon street they’ll be so hung over they’ll be tellin you. “man, last night i got bourbon faced on sh-t street.”
the only place you can drink anywhere / anytime, buy a prestigious piece of art, get ran over by 100 cycling nudists, consume food that’s literally unrivaled, buy a 8 oz drink for $11 bucks, then go upstairs to their balcony bar & get the same sh-t 3 for 1, observe a homeless man pull out “trashed drinks” with any leftovers to combine them into a 64oz germifobe’s worst nightmare ‘medley’ so he can get trashed too, get hustled by 800 shooter girls at 8 bars, party with cops who have only horses and vespas to chase you with, get a lap dance from a 10 at larry flynn’s, get a lapdance from a 2 everywhere else, and then p-ssout in a historic hotel —- all in the same block!
the homeless guy got drunk on bourbon street by removing 18 drinks from a garbage can and combining them into a 64 oz b-m runner c-cktail.
frequented by drunken idiot tourists, local underage kids too young to actually drink or get into any bars, and the crazy guy who hands out the jesus flyers every weekend, lol. a typical initiation into new orleans nightlife includes bourbon street, or at least some part of the french quarter.
a good place to find a 15 year old to have s-x with, see some br–sts, drink way more than you know you should, get in fights with random people, and pee on things that dont belong to you. a nice occasional visit.
ugly bob: where you goin man?

booga: im goin out to bourbon street! wanna come?

ugly bob: nah… f-ck that, i just got out of jail from the last time i went
the biggest party street in the us. (home to mardi gras). a perfect place for people to get smashed and see b–bs.

it’s also home to many h-m-s-xuals around labor day.

you also see a lot of girls gone wild cameras.

it also is never pr-nounced right. its said bore-boghn not bur-ban street. its named after the royal family of france that ruled for over 300 years and without which we would still be paying our taxes to england.

“yo lets go get drunk & see some girls t-ts on “‘burban street’.”

“i can’t wait untill southern decadence starts so i can wear my rainbow pants down on bourbon street.”