small sacrifices
Oh, how I long for the classic days of dolphin-infused tuna. Born too late for such indulgences, I can only imagine the thrill of feasting on a mammal seemingly smart enough to communicate and yet daft enough to allow bombs to be strapped to its head. Those playful, frolicking clowns of the sea, conveniently served in 3.5 ounces. Sigh. But I soldier on, trying to enjoy the uglier, denser tuna, which have nothing to recommend them intellectually, but do have a remarkable propensity for jumping into nets.
posted by ambrose g. millard at 7:11 AM
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Tell me about it. I still remember the good old days when you'd eat a box of crunch and munch and find the occaisional testicle thrown in by accident.
Sorry, there's no chance that mine were accidentally found in some low-rent snack food. I sold them on eBay.
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