Friday, May 20, 2011
True Öyster Cult
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:06 AM
Labels: ansel's spinning corpse, pure comedy pyrite, the side effects of slacking
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I know life's a bummer baby, but that's got precious little to do with me
Posted by Randal Graves at 8:06 AM
Labels: ansel's spinning corpse, pure comedy pyrite, the side effects of slacking
20 comments:
"“But wait a bit,” the Oysters cried,
“Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!”
“No hurry!” said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that."
Boy that sure was lame.
You're either too busy or too lazy to post a noteworthy ditty.
Well then if that's the case get back to work! Those books won't catalogue themselves you know.
I hate oysters. And I don't care if they hate me back.
Oyster boys are swimming now.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed--
Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
demeur, I spend 32 seconds instead of my usual 30 on a post and this is the thanks I get.
nunly, what about walruses?
zombie, save me from the blog-like creatures.
Randal- Walruses are the terrorists of the sea. Silly.
just pass the crackers, and praise the lemon juice.
Oysters are like sushi.
I hated it until I finally tried it. YUM!
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Ersters. Then came the last days of May.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BoU1YTWENA
Too many rocks?
Aren't these guys on the soundtrack for 'Silence of the Clams'?
okjimm, enough cheese 'round these parts for 'em.
if, Raw Like Iffy?
jim, The Revenge of Goo Goo Ga Joob!
thatgirl, how about you clam up, I'm so steamed.
I hope you're making some pearls of wisdom with all that irritation.
Raw Chowder!
(I was looking for old skool Iggy with Raw Power, but I found this first. It reminded me of seeing Patti Smith singing it live with the Sonic Youth at her birthday party concert back in the late 90s/early 2000s.)
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thatgirl, just a pile of sand to build kickable castles.
if, every dog has his afternoon.
Tomatoes are too expensive. I'll throw apples instead.
True oysters are very good with champagne at breakfast. The combination makes the morning news much easier to digest.
Yes, well . . . I guess that settles that.
If I could digest even the mere thought of swallowing an oyster, I might try that thing with the champagne. Or maybe it would just spoil some good champagne. Champagne for breakfast is good!
tom, better than rocks, unless you use a bazooka.
susan, a fine combination, and easier to get in one's innards than the perhaps more-effective psilocybin.
SWA, damn right it does.
snave, I think after a bottle of champagne I might be able to eat an oyster, but only if someone could convince me it was a fried egg.
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