Mardi Gras is a day to release your inner fat child and let her go hog wild.
I do this every day, so this holiday isn't exactly exciting to me. I mean, sure I'll double my daily dose of ice cream and McDonald's french fries for the cause. Why not? (It took a lot of self control to not whoof down my cone before I had a chance to take a picture of the fatty dwelling inside me. She resides in my cellulite's chamber of secrets. I like to call her Berthe.)
I'm not even Catholic, but I'm sure all the saints want our help celebrating. This is, after all, leading up to the greatest day ever... the day Jesus arose from His grave. Kind of a big deal. If I can lend my part by eating an ungodly amount of carbs today, then I guess I'll take one for the team. I'm just a really good person like that.