Reminds me the cannibal who invites his relatives over for dinner and eats them, like when you go over to your parents home for Christmas dinner and they eat your brainwaves out of your mind.lol....hahahaha YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Time has come to talk of many things http://www.ruthannzaroff.com/wonderland/walrus.htm Tweedledee said to Alice, “You like poetry—” “Ye-es, pretty well—some poetry,” Alice said doubtfully. “What shall I repeat to her,” said Tweedledee, looking round at Tweedledum with great solemn eyes. “‘The Walrus and the Carpenter’ is the longest,” Tweedledum replied, giving his brother an affectionate hug. Tweedledee began instantly: -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Walrus and the Carpenter The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright— And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done— “It’s very rude of him,” she said, “To come and spoil the fun!” The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead— There were no birds to fly The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand; They wept like anything to see Such quantities of sand: “If this were only cleared away,” They said, “It would be grand!” “If seven maids with seven mops Swept for half a year, Do you suppose,” the walrus said, “That they could get it clear?” “I doubt it,” said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear. “O, Oysters, come and walk with us!” The Walrus did beseech. “A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Along the briny beach: We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each.” The eldest Oyster looked at him, But never a word he said: The eldest Oyster winked his eye, And shook his heavy head— Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster-bed. But four young Oysters hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat- And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn’t any feet. Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more- All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore. The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently low: And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row. “The time has come,” the Walrus said, “To talk of many things: Of shoes—and ships—and sealing wax— Of cabbages—and kings— And why the sea is boiling hot— And whether pigs have wings.” “But wait a bit,” the Oysters cried, “Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat!” “No hurry!” said the Carpenter. They thanked him much for that. “A loaf of bread,” the Walrus said, “Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed— Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear, We can begin to feed.” “But not on us!” the Oysters cried, Turning a little blue, “After such kindness, that would be A dismal thing to do!” “The night is fine,” the Walrus said. “Do you admire the view?” “It was so kind of you to come! And you are very nice!” The Carpenter said nothing but “Cut us another slice: I wish you were not quite so deaf— I’ve had to ask you twice!” “It seems a shame,” the Walrus said, “To play them such a trick, After we’ve brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick!” The Carpenter said nothing but “The butter’s spread too thick!” “I weep for you,” the Walrus said: “I deeply sympathize.” With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes. “O Oysters,” said the Carpenter, “You had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?” But answer came there none— And this was scarcely odd, because They’d eaten every one.
Oysters are what I do... I know the two things are totally random, but I think I could go on about bivalve mollusks and climate control systems for a couple hours. http://www.mobjackbayseafood.com/ Clams are interesting too...
Fresh Oysterville Oysters http://www.willapa-oysters.com Absolutely pure fresh live and shucked oysters from Oysterville WA yeah I shucked oysters, then they moved me seed crew where we pulled 7 tons of muddy seed bags of oyster shell from bout 2 am till 11 am so the other crew could shovel the piles of shell off the scows onto the oyster beds. There are some pics on my website at the visual express or more stuff page http://www.honorseed.com the sunrises were awesome over the bay
I don't shuck, but I work seed crew, too, which is almost the same. I also have to pull cages with a hydraulic crane on the barge. I also had to run sorting machines. Haha... I learned so much spanish. I love doing it in the Summer. I usually got an hour lunch break and the Mexican guys would always smoke with me.
Is that pic of Virginia? yeah the mexicans smoked but mostly hustled ropa.... both brown and shake........
No sauce better suits an oyster than the saliva of one's lover. Passing living molluscs from mouth to mouth, then eating them off breasts and other body parts. This is not to be tried in restaurants.
And they’re an aphrodisiac :cheers2: The Union Oyster House in Boston (formerly Pier Union Oyster) has been serving them since 1826 Hotwater
