Secrets, Secrets don’t make friends.  Want to know how keeping secrets from me ends? 

Welcome to Catfish and Coleslaw.  The story of how I caught my dirty bottom feeding catfish boyfriend trying to bury his disgusting half-baked secrets,  cooked up tales, and downright dirty lies found in the deepest mudholes the Mississippi River has to offer. 

A little mud doesn’t scare me, though. After all, I was sleeping with a floating piece of shit masquerading as a silly sweet candy bar, just loving life and having laughs in a swimming pool.  So, dive into this dirty river and let me show you my biggest catch ever. 

You don’t want to miss this legendary fishing tournament. 

The thrill of the catch may be over, but the story lives on forever.  It’ll be served up with plenty of dripping wet, sloppy servings of coleslaw.  I even offer seconds….and thirds and fourths and….

Well, you get the picture. 

Catfish love trash salad, so he has plenty of it to fill this story. 

Let’s go fishing and get dishing!