Chocolate and peanut butter aren't the only two things that go great together. Consider that drunk college girls and garish beads lead to breasts being bared, as sure as anger turns Bruce Banner into the Hulk.

Add to that mix a quasi-ethnic/religious drinking holiday (St. Patrick's Day, Cinco de Mayo, Happy Hour) and the occasional girl/girl sexual exploration of the 18 to 26 female demographic, and you have the T & A fest that is Mardi Gras, sponsored by Jesus H. Christ. Turn on a camera, record everything, count the cash, lather, rinse and repeat.

The girls and their tits - there's some booty shaking, but it's mostly breast baring - come in all shapes and sizes. To paraphrase Cheech Marin in From Dusk 'Til Dawn: We got big titties, we got small titties, we got fake titties, we got real titties, we got titties with big areolas, bouncing titties, titties with small areolas, titties with long nipples, titties with short nipples, pierced titties, tattooed titties, firm titties, saggy titties, white titties, black titties, Asian titties - you get the idea.

Most of the tit-flashing takes place on a stage in a club, though there's some breaks, like the breast-sucking girlie/girl opener and the fumbling attempt at a lesbo threeway on a couch while drunk and hormonal frat boys look, and holler, on.

It's good stuff for fans of the genre, but the DVD suffers from some visible pixelation.