The PK
Capo Di Tutti Capi
And you still have themI don't know much about seafood in Boston, but back in college I got a nice case of crabs from a broad on Martha's Vineyard.
And you still have themI don't know much about seafood in Boston, but back in college I got a nice case of crabs from a broad on Martha's Vineyard.
It was a tad to gay for Liberace, he wanted to butch it up a bit. Possibly the gayest place on earth.You guys seem knowledgeable, please tell us more about this wonderful place
And you still have them
Fuck that. I'm majorly creeped out by parasites, infections or whatever. I went scorched earth on that issue.
Pretty funny story. I woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss and my nuts were itching like crazy. Took a look and found a crab, and I went with the nuclear option. I went straight to the drugstore, bought three boxes of the anti-crabs shampoo, got home and shampooed with that toxic-smelling shit TWICE before shaving all my pubes and leg hairs down to the knees.
Then I separated my entire wardrobe into things I'd wear for the next month and a half and things I wouldn't. The things I wouldn't wear went into trash bags, tied up in the basement, the things I would wear went with my bed sheets to the kitchen. I got out all the big ass pasta and stock pots we had and proceeded to boil all my clothes and bed sheets. I was living with my parents at the time, and I woke them up. They came downstairs to find me looking like a cross between the Swedish Chef and some chinaman laundry guy and were like, "what the fuck are you doing, Slinky?!"
"I got crabs."
They just shook their heads and went back to sleep.
You didn't give the guy who gave em to you a beating?
Nah. Your dad was pretty old and infirmed by that age and I figured with the way I'd destroyed his ass, he'd had enough.
GGILFs
While ghetto in some parts, it's still a great city.
Red Lobster,
They tried to locate one where I live on Cape Cod, did not last a full year, Arthur Treaches failed miserably too.
A seaside location for them was a terrible idea.
me looking like a cross between the Swedish Chef and some chinaman laundry guy
Sounds like every single major city in the world.
Too bad their fans are pieces of shit though.
Fuck that. I'm majorly creeped out by parasites, infections or whatever. I went scorched earth on that issue.
Pretty funny story. I woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss and my nuts were itching like crazy. Took a look and found a crab, and I went with the nuclear option. I went straight to the drugstore, bought three boxes of the anti-crabs shampoo, got home and shampooed with that toxic-smelling shit TWICE before shaving all my pubes and leg hairs down to the knees.
Then I separated my entire wardrobe into things I'd wear for the next month and a half and things I wouldn't. The things I wouldn't wear went into trash bags, tied up in the basement, the things I would wear went with my bed sheets to the kitchen. I got out all the big ass pasta and stock pots we had and proceeded to boil all my clothes and bed sheets. I was living with my parents at the time, and I woke them up. They came downstairs to find me looking like a cross between the Swedish Chef and some chinaman laundry guy and were like, "what the fuck are you doing, Slinky?!"
"I got crabs."
They just shook their heads and went back to sleep.
Sure Brokeback Mountain cowboy, whatever you say
pathetic retort by my boys choir singing compadreFuck that. I'm majorly creeped out by parasites, infections or whatever. I went scorched earth on that issue.
Pretty funny story. I woke up in the middle of the night to take a piss and my nuts were itching like crazy. Took a look and found a crab, and I went with the nuclear option. I went straight to the drugstore, bought three boxes of the anti-crabs shampoo, got home and shampooed with that toxic-smelling shit TWICE before shaving all my pubes and leg hairs down to the knees.
Then I separated my entire wardrobe into things I'd wear for the next month and a half and things I wouldn't. The things I wouldn't wear went into trash bags, tied up in the basement, the things I would wear went with my bed sheets to the kitchen. I got out all the big ass pasta and stock pots we had and proceeded to boil all my clothes and bed sheets. I was living with my parents at the time, and I woke them up. They came downstairs to find me looking like a cross between the Swedish Chef and some chinaman laundry guy and were like, "what the fuck are you doing, Slinky?!"
"I got crabs."
They just shook their heads and went back to sleep.
Speaking of red - there is NOTHING better when it comes to seafood than a Red Clam Chowder.
Geese what happens to you when you binge on Pierre's ice cream???
That's blaspheme here, please contact DirtDirtDirt for the New York Chowda.Speaking of red - there is NOTHING better when it comes to seafood than a Red Clam Chowder.