There's nothing an inspired crawfish can't do!
And nothing inspires a crawfish more than the prospect of his own annihilation.
And so, warmed by thoughts of boiling from the inside out, the crawfish acquires a drum kit, practices tirelessly (even to the point of mastering the not inconsiderable drumstick-held-in-claw technique), assembles a band (Rajun Cajun), writes some material, finds someone to tie a napkin around his "neck," and offers up a musical salute to his eventual consumers.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
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