Crawfish Smakk
So tonight, I had me a little boiled crawfish down off Greenville Ave. While I was ripping the little suckers apart and sucking their heads (kinda reminds me of an old girlfriend, though she was sucking...you get the picture), I got to feeling a little sorry for the little guys. I mean think about the life of a crawfish. You grow up squirming around in the mud in the most backward ass, hot and humid hell-hole of a state in the nation until some coonass Bubba and his sister and wife (same person) scoops you up so that you can be dropped in a vat of boiling water (though pleasantly seasoned with Old Bay) to be cooked alive before your ass is ripped from your head just so some metrosexual yuppie scum (yours truly) can snack on that big .0001 oz of meat. It's just brutal. But damn - those little fuckers do taste yummy. Plus I like to pretend they're really lobsters and I'm just a giant.
Top five cajun movies:
5. Blaze
4. No Mercy
3. The Big Easy
2. A Streetcar Named Desire
1. The Waterboy