Last Monday saw me, Jayne, Hiromi, Harasaki-san, and Mabro crowded around a cinder block grill adorned with raw oysters and other shell fish from the nearby Ariake Sea. Though I am fond of donning aprons while alone, the reason for wearing them during our sea food barbeque was to protect our clothes and skin from the sizzling oyster shells and all their succulent juices (not to be confused with the sardonic “succulent” of past posts concerning pigs). Snap, crackle…awwww shit! That oyster shell just maced me! Our revenge was had minutes later when we ate our would-be assailants in an orgy of rage induced gluttony. A deadly sin never tasted so good.
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