After all the guests had left the reception for my brother and his new bride, we pulled out the crawfish leftover from the Louisiana boil, popped open a bottle of champagne, and things really got cooking.
|Sara, bless her heart, was not so sure about this crawfish thing....|
(For the unitiated, here's a clip.)
He sounds just like my uncle, if my uncle had ten grapes in his mouth. Because my brother has a very large mouth, we decided to test the theory.
|....four, five, six.....|
Now say, "Shoot 'em, Elizabeth!"
AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!!
Now, chewing ten grapes - that's a project only a Marine could manage without gagging. And also - here is the proof that he may be a six-and-a-half foot tall, trained killing machine, but his big sisters can still get him to do dumb stuff for our entertainment.
|My baby brother - the best present my parents ever got me.|