Crawfish Feed

I 'member back when I was but a youngin' we used to go down the swamp after school and catch us up some crawdads. Then we'd just sit around the bayou throwin' mud at dem gators. Course dis was all just a shadow of a life we could never lead since we was livin' in south central Minnesota. But we did have them swamps with crawdads and lake full of muskies that woulda been gators had they only sprouted some legs. So there we was fo three months eash year livin' in Faux Orleans where da weather was hot and humid, the beer was ice cold, the skeeters would suck ya dry and so would da toothless hookers. Shit! Dem were da good ol' days. Nary a Greg in site.