well, after last night's "endless shrimp" adventure at red lobster, i'm not sure i can blame god.
i can still hear the shrimp talking to me. i'm just glad that i, unlike poor seth, didn't have to sit opposite a fresh direct ad of a shrimp the whole subway ride home. that might have put me over the edge.
as of this morning i can still here them twirling to freedom.
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Abortions for some, miniature American flags for others! I'm actually feeling a little better.
it's really the scampi sauce that haunts me. i feel like i'm still covered in about twelve sticks of butter.
For some reason, I'm pretty much ok. Aside from slurping down a giant mouthful of salt (which made it difficult to open my eyes all the way this morning), I'm fine. I had enough appetite last night to eat some Ben & Jerry's. I think it's my hardy New England blood. We have melted butter instead of blood.
Though, to own the truth, the smell of that scampi sauce would probably kill me.
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