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by stilltrucking » August 10th, 2005, 2:47 pm
As much as I can't bring myself to kill them
Nothing barfs me out like mouse droppings in my silverware drawer, that is why I don't accept any more dinner invitations from gypsy and his old lady.
Fish, anything fish, that trawler I worked on in Morro Bay, all the fresh fish we would send down to la, only thing you could get in town was frozen Pollock at the fish and chips joints. From Iceland. People who have not had fresh fish, I mean filleted right out of the ocean, they don’t know what they are missing. Green Snapper if you got it please.
and a seizure salad