Brad Pitt and I kicked off the July 4th holiday with a crab leg dinner at home. 
It was an awesome precursor to the hot dogs and cheesy hash brown casserole we stuffed into our bellies on Independence Day. And I got to hold up some of my crab legs and yell “High Five Motherfucker!” across the table to Brad Pitt. Apparently, he did not like this at all and with a great look of disapproval, he told me it was disgusting and that I needed to stop. 
I completely disagree with him. I mean, look at them. Its like a handful of high fives just begging to happen.
High Five! And I hope you had a happy Fourth of July!
PigTales 