So in my English class, apparently one of my teacher's senior classes had to do drawings on a certain aspect of language. One of them that is taped above the desk behind me is oxymoron. The person of that drawing picked jumbo shrimp. Now I realize that it was supposed to look like battered shrimp, but my friend agrees with me that it looks a hell of a lot more like a hairy d**k. Seriously, I laugh every time I see it. I'm pretty sure my teacher realizes it too.
Anyways, this brings me to my second tale of the shrimp. We had battered shrimp for dinner tonight. I almost wish we hadn't. These pieces were more batter than shrimp. So it stretched and bulged out at funny angles. I took seven, 'cause I was hungry. I came to the last one and I just couldn't eat it. Well you know how shrimp have tails, and they get covered in batter when they're fried.
This one had a little nob at the end of it. It didn't stop there, though. I joked to myself that it would be funny if it had a pair of balls to match. Well, it did. Two blobs of batter were perfectly situated at the other end. I couldn't believe it. My life has barely begun and I'm already a pseudo peeping tom. Goodness, I'll never be the same!
Just felt like I had to tell you all that. I wish I'd gotten a picture of it, but that would have been a little awkward. "Why are you taking a picture of that shrimp?" 'Cause...I just...really...love shrimp? But like I told my friends, it will be burned in my brain anyways. I can't forget it that easily. No picture was needed. But I would have liked to have had proof...it has to have SOME entertainment value.
 Einhaender · Mon Apr 28, 2008 @ 02:49am · 0 Comments |
