Back in April of 1997 my buddy Brian wanted to have a crawfish boil on the same
weekend that I was going to have a hamburger cookout. Our compromise was to
have his crawfish boil at my house. We ate a ton of crawfish, played basketball
and pingpong and threw horseshoes and washers...and I got to clean up afterwards.
Real smart compromise.
Eating Crawfish...Or Peeing In My Bushes?
My hedge turned into a feeding trough! It turns out that paper plates are
remarkably stable on the tops of bushes. Yes, that hedge was located very
close to the food...my friends ain't stupid.
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