My apologies for the swearing. But... Shit. SHIT! Oh, octopi, what the Japanese lovingly refer to as "tako," delicacy of the Far East. Or, as they say in Australia, a wazzie 8-pegger in the top bunk of the pooker.
My friend Wes will be devastated. He once went to an alternative sexuality meeting in a small town in Texas and sat alone and forlorn all evening in a corner with a bucket of squid.
He has similar tastes in octopi, and they don't get him anywhere either, especially not with Pharyngula giving us the sad news on saxitoxin.
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