It's not fair really. They don't even give the bastard a fighting chance. Though in truth, this crustacean could not have spent his final moments in finer company. Me, Ryan, Amy and Ana... sitting around a table just chillin'. Talking about the good things in life. Trivial Pursuit. Beer. Fine women and cheeses.
But as Che once said, there are only two ways to leave a dining table: victorious, or steamed. And in the end, he was shoved into a pot where boiling hot water cooked his innards.
Damn, he was a good ass lobster.
Monday, September 03, 2007
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