It's no secret that we Louisianans are a different breed. We love food and good humor, as evidenced by one New Orleans woman's recent announcement of her engagement to a box of Popeyes fried chicken. Heck, I think she's on to something.
There is an amazing website called "Crappy Taxidermy" and it's filled with some of the worst, most hilarious bad taxidermy you can hope to ever see. I decided to put a little Cajun twist to some of these.
The symbols, the spirituality, the time of rebirth I get. It's that one other thing we do that has never made sense to me. In fact it has caused more strife and family conflict that family game night. Give this a quick look and see if you can bring me to a higher understanding.