Friday, March 7, 2008

of course, being crazy for a crazy chick is not all bad.

If I hadn't fallen for a crazy chick, I might never have learned that I dig oysters on the half shell.





I otherwise can't abide seafood. . . .

2 comments:

Mister Parker said...

With all due respect, if she had fed it to you, you would have eaten horsesh!t on a day-old soda cracker and declared it "yummy!"

mister muleboy said...

No offense taken.


Since this applies to all women, it makes no sense to ask you if you know to which one I refer . . . .


And if it's one of them [the wrong one, in this instance], she would have been horrified that you could even contemplate her serving anyone a day-old cracker!

** sigh **