Earlier this month, a friend invited him on a trip to Mardi Gras in New Orleans. The friend was going to be a judge in a wet T-shirt contest, Kullberg said. He turned down the offer.
How nice.
*Explanation of my comment through a joke*
A young southern woman from a poorer family ended up catching the eye of a young man from a wealthy family. They married. The other southern belles of the neighborhood introduced themselves one day and offered to take her around town to show her the ways of the finer life. They went shopping at all the expensive stores, had a fancy lunch in the best restaurant in town, and eventually ended up at a salon.
While waiting for their hair to get done, the other women started talking about their weddings and the gifts they received from their husbands. The first woman said (in a southern accent, all the women, of course) "Well my husband loves me so much, he bought me the most beautiful red sports car with all the options. I drive it around town all the time and everybody just loves it."
The young woman said "Well, how nice."
The second woman said "Well my husband loves me so much, he bought me a beautiful house. With wonderful columns on the front, 7 bedrooms, and a beautiful deck coming from our bedroom."
The young woman said "Well, how nice."
The third woman said "Well my husband loves me so much, he bought me stables for all my horses with 100 acres of land so I can ride them all day if I wanted to."
The young woman said "Well how nice."
So the other woman looked at their new friend and asked, "Well what did your husband get you?"
She told them "My husband loves me so much, he sent me to finishin' school. And they taught me to say 'Well, how nice' instead of 'Fuck you.'"