MEMEHUNTER

Crustacea

My word and good gracious me, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Off to summer school tomorrow. If they've got me kitted out with net access from my room, I'll be in touch at greater length then.

Was down in London, you see, and mum's new place had no web access that I could easily use, then was back here and the suitmonkeys came to see me. They're still here, actually, but are over in Computer Science having their heads scanned. Woo. Supervisor took us all out for a very, very nice dinner last night. Fish restaurant down on the sea front. Mmm. Tasty goodness. M. accidentally ordered oysters thinking they were going to be muscles. Asked me why they were cold, after eating four of them very fast. "I'll tell you tomorrow", I said.
"Are they... cooked?" she asked.
"Well, no."
She looked a little pale.
"Why are they so cold?" she asked again.
"Because they're about as fresh as they can get"
She looked at me. "Are they...?"
"yes" I said.

She gave me the last one.

posted by Memehunter @ 9:56 AM