East Texas Spaghetti
When two people, usually cousins who’ve been fighting since birth, take a dump and then rub their hair all over it like it’s a holy relic.
My cousin and I did East Texas Spaghetti in the back of a pickup truck. It was a spiritual experience.
At the family reunion, my uncle and his brother did East Texas Spaghetti in front of the whole crowd. It was legendary.
I did East Texas Spaghetti with my brother after he stole my last slice of pizza. It was messy, but it was worth it.