What is it about seafood that lends itself to off-color names? (I'd say it's a southern thing, but there was a place in CT near New Haven called Master Bait & Tackle.) Shit, where I grew up, you'd get arrested for grabbin' snappers.
I dunno what this is. It was in the bombed-out parking lot of the bombed-out theater next to the bombed-out Burger King (it's that log cabin in the background) where I used to work in Starkville. That end of Highway 12 is such a showplace.
"Log me in, motherfucker!"