Butter-pants-ka-chou

Kenny had the worst luck with butter this past weekend. Friday night, we went out for dinner. We ate at the Ore house (insert lame, perverted jokes here-I sure did). Our server walked behind us and dropped her basket of bread and butter onto Kenny's back. She casually picked it up and went on her way. No sorry. No apologies of any sort. Just a nonchalant oops and away she went. I looked at his back to wipe the bread crumbs and their was a huge clump of better on his back. I cleaned it off, all the while our server walked by again and watched me, not saying a word. Then, on Saturday, out to dinner again. We ate a lot that weekend. The boys had an amazing Cajun dinner where they just put paper down and pour all your food onto the table. Crab, corn on the cob, sausage, and shrimp. It looked delicious. I wouldn't actually know if it was though. There is something about food being served directly on the table that turns guys into cavemen. I didn't dare try to stick my hand in there for fear of it being ripped off. Some random guy came over to clean up and when he was getting ready to leave he dropped an entire ramekin of melted butter on Kenny's pants. Oh, sorry. Sorry-was all he said as he made his way to the trash with the remains of what started as dinner. Kenny's left pant leg was completely covered. Completely. You could tell he was really annoyed but was trying to keep his cool. He went to the bathroom and soaked it, but 5 minutes later it reemerged with a vengeance. Hey, butter-pants-ka-chou (Usually he is referred to as Shoo-Shoo-ka-chou. Long story.), do you want to go grab a beer? Oh man. I hope this name sticks.