It looks like you and the lobstah are doing that dirty kind of dancing that's been banned at proms nationwide, but you don't look totally willing. Lobstah's gettin' a little fresh with you on the dance floor, eh?
Yeah, I was trying to look like I was scared of the lobster's fearsome grasp, but he really does look like he's lovin'ly embracing. He's a lovin' lobstah.
I read a story like that once: "All we, the crowd, can see are kicking legs as the lobster holds her with his claw, eyestalks waving wildly. Men faint, knocking over stacks of cardboard boxes with a splash. Women scream. The daughter's mother runs to the lobster, but is thrown away. The father begs the lobster to relinquish his daughter. The lobster begins to scuttle to the river. The girl is screaming. Unless something happens, she will spend the rest of her life as a lobster-bride under the bridges. He will take her out to the bay and scuttle up to Maine, where he will rule as lobster king with her as his unwilling bride. It is a life of incredible suffering." Check it out: Chinatown.
I love the NPR tone and the fact that it is soupy buns that revive the tiger. Of course they do! Soupy buns FTW! Betcha they're from Evergreen on Mott, a grimy dump that puts something amazing into the broth of those dumplings.
Unhand the maiden, Lobstah, lest you face the heralded might of my Eternal Softshell-Cracking-Thing of Doom (Specifically Only to Giant Lobsters or Crabs [the Dooming, that is])! I shall vanquish thee just as I did the dreaded Mussle and his sidekick, Clammm! Zwounds!
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It looks like you and the lobstah are doing that dirty kind of dancing that's been banned at proms nationwide, but you don't look totally willing. Lobstah's gettin' a little fresh with you on the dance floor, eh?
Yeah, I was trying to look like I was scared of the lobster's fearsome grasp, but he really does look like he's lovin'ly embracing. He's a lovin' lobstah.
I read a story like that once: "All we, the crowd, can see are kicking legs as the lobster holds her with his claw, eyestalks waving wildly. Men faint, knocking over stacks of cardboard boxes with a splash. Women scream. The daughter's mother runs to the lobster, but is thrown away. The father begs the lobster to relinquish his daughter. The lobster begins to scuttle to the river. The girl is screaming. Unless something happens, she will spend the rest of her life as a lobster-bride under the bridges. He will take her out to the bay and scuttle up to Maine, where he will rule as lobster king with her as his unwilling bride. It is a life of incredible suffering."
Check it out: Chinatown.
Uh... wow. And you weren't even kidding. Wow.
I love the NPR tone and the fact that it is soupy buns that revive the tiger. Of course they do! Soupy buns FTW! Betcha they're from Evergreen on Mott, a grimy dump that puts something amazing into the broth of those dumplings.
Unhand the maiden, Lobstah, lest you face the heralded might of my Eternal Softshell-Cracking-Thing of Doom (Specifically Only to Giant Lobsters or Crabs [the Dooming, that is])! I shall vanquish thee just as I did the dreaded Mussle and his sidekick, Clammm! Zwounds!
jealous.
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