Monday, July 26, 2004

Brittany and Madonna to star in sizzling remake of CLAMBAKE!

Screams outrageous headline in vain attempt by obscure blogger to drive traffic to his blog.

Attempting to capitalize on the prurient nature of humanity, he also offered a link to a graphic depiction of a clam being cleaned and trimmed without even mentioning the Madonna/Brittany kiss.

Then, sadly, he tried to redeem himself through a sort of public service announcement by linking to an Actual Clambake Synopsis.

The obscure blogger's significant other raised an eyebrow, fearing that this sexing up of the Glob Blog would compromise the journalistic integrity of the Glob.

"Bwaaaaaaaaaa-ha-ha-hahahahah!" was his reply. Ψ


Buck said...

What is a razor clam? Why are they so complicated? It looks like you have to be some kind of sturgeon to get it ready to eat! I hope they taste good for all the hassle you have to go through.

What do they mean, “like other shellfish, razor clams should be cooked and not eaten raw”. Are there no oysters where there is a razor-clam infestation?

I am reminded of the days of my youth, eating oysters at the Black Diamond. They shucked the oysters right out of gray plastic bus tubs (you just cut them at the hinge with a stout knife) Make sure they’re shut tight - if they’re open when you pick them up throw him away!

But I digress, is there anything better than an oyster fresh from the bay? Mix up ketchup, Tabasco and horseradish – but not too much! Just a dab, a cracker on the side, and a cold pitcher of beer standing by and you’re just this side of paradise.

Sometimes I had the frog legs. When they’re good, they’re really good!

Antipentheus said...

And besotted is the integrity of the blog! AAAARRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!

Mo' power to you Frater.

Frater Bovious said...

Yo Uncle Buck, I remember the Black Diamond Oyster
Bar, but hazily, through sunburn/heatstroke, and something about Alien leaping onto my shoulder, pushing back three strips of blistered flesh, and making me contemplate violence against a human being for the first time in my life.