Hanging out at the Texas Crawfish festival.
Soliciting people to register for a chance to win a free massage.
Fighting the urge to bolt.
Maybe I’m not enough into the mood.
Or drinking enough beer.
Or showing enough boob.
One of those.
Hmmm…
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I say, flash the boobs!
Wait? Are you rubbing for a livin’ now? Do tell!
I don’t think you wanna rub on the variety of folk you generally find at the crawfish boil…