Treating drunken revelry as if it were an art form (pop art, we suppose), the Mardi Gras series continues to chug along with yet another year of beads-for-hooter flashing escapades. Fortunately the series is numbered so you can tell them apart. To break up the pillow parade, a bit of Lezboterian tongue action and poontang showoffery is thrown in for good measure.

Part of the vid's charm is its total lack of pretense; but then again watching it in one sitting is like being stuck in a mammalian Moebius loop. It doesn't begin and end so much as it is. How Zen! Depending on viewer interest and/or tolerance, five minutes worth of nipples 'n grog might be enough to last a lifetime. After, say, 30 minutes of exposure one begins to hallucinate that a universe without constantly poppin' puppies is somehow unimaginable. And now we close with one particularly relevant quote uttered by most of the participants: "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"