Crawfish art contest

We were hanging out at some friends of ours who were having a crawfish boil. Brandy got a little trashed, so in that moment I turned into ‘da da da duh’, the designated driver. While eating I would get request like ‘clean one for me, they’re so gross!’. And like any dutiful husband I would clean some for her to eat.

However, despite being mostly sober I was having a bit of a time with some new-found art, which was mostly due to Brandy’s requests. I would take the poop trail and try to spell words with them, eventually getting my name! It was a blast, shameful toward the family it might be. Maybe the child can forgive us, if he wants to go to college. See pics below.

Poop trail