Post by Captain Benjamin Maxwell on Jun 18, 2005 14:26:46 GMT -5
Due to a horrific computer crash, which obliterated my entire archive, today's blog has had to be postponed while I get the stupid server working again.
In the meantime, here's an excerpt of conversation I overheard between a couple of hillbillies, one of whom had evidently never seen a 'real' clam before, at the Bonefish Grill, an absolutely atrocious seafood restaraunt I dined at last night. It has been slated for demolition via receipt of The Royal Treatment in this space. Enjoy.
In the meantime, here's an excerpt of conversation I overheard between a couple of hillbillies, one of whom had evidently never seen a 'real' clam before, at the Bonefish Grill, an absolutely atrocious seafood restaraunt I dined at last night. It has been slated for demolition via receipt of The Royal Treatment in this space. Enjoy.
Shuck: Dwaah you say this is a reeeel clam?
Marne: D'well yes tis! Yes tih his!
Shuck: But shah, ah see no clam inside!
Marne: Clam went did done dead! Tih the shell!
Shuck: Ah'n you say issa real shell?
Marne: You righ' issa real shell!
Marne: D'well yes tis! Yes tih his!
Shuck: But shah, ah see no clam inside!
Marne: Clam went did done dead! Tih the shell!
Shuck: Ah'n you say issa real shell?
Marne: You righ' issa real shell!