So I’ve heard in Japan that one of the ways to propose is to ask a woman “Will you cook my dinner for the rest of my life?”

Romantic, eh? Well, that one just got beat. A Japanese guy just floored me with this one:

“Will you wash my pants?”

Me using a crab claw as a roach clip to pretend smoke a rolled equal packet from my ice tea
So, last night was the fist time I have eaten Crab (besides a California Roll). I’m actually new to eating meat in general. I was vegetarian for 10 years and now that I’m eating meat again I found myself saying “I’ll try crab”. I was pretty excited because it was my friends birthday and she picked The Crab Pot (Long Beach), I have driven by many times but never gone inside.

Well new to the whole experience, I trusted my sister in-law to order for me. We split a bucket of King Crab Legs. I had no idea what to expect and each time the waiter visited out table he would surprise me with something new.

After cracking the crab legs open with a hammer, pulling out the meat, dipping in butter, squeezing a lemon over it and then finally eating… I tried my first crab. It has much more of a seafoodish taste then I would of thought. I’m not a big fan fishy tastes (I know what you thinking: what do you expect it to taste like) but I just figured it would have a more meat or even chicken like taste to it.

Well needless to say from the above picture, everyone had a really good time and I was able to be silly with friends that I haven seen in a long time.

So after the night was over I was thinking. How many people I know are still vegetarian? Or if you were vegetarian how long and what was the first thing you ate when you crossed back over?

I’ll go first: 10 years, and filet minion from Fortune Cookie

But I didn’t get to play her ax.

Kevin, if you have pics of my mermaid carrying skills, bust them out.

enjoy, a man playing his mermaid. Link 

watch the hipster olympics

making link watch this

It just keeps getting better…

 

Here’s my horoscope for today:

 

GEMINI (May 21-June 21). Despite the fact that you’re trying to be more realistic these days, truly magical events do occur. This is the kind of day you look back on later and think, “Did that really happen?” It did.

 

“Tight and dry” just walked into my office and farted loudly and then turned on her heel left. No explanation. I guess that I really wouldn’t want a reason. I don’t think that it was vindictive because her intent was not to drop a bomb and skate, she forgot something and came back a few minutes later. Did that really happen? It did.

 

As always, the horoscope is on the nose.

 

“Tight and dry” has cause many incidents that have made me wonder “Did that really happen?” In fact, I refer to her as “Tight and dry” because she told me one Valentines Day that she had given her husband a tube of KY in a box of chocolates because she’s so tight and dry (She is my mother’s age). I don’t recall what she said directly after that. The words ran together.

 

She has also:

- shown me her boobs while in the bathroom. Full rack, unprovoked

- told me that she was upset that her daughter was marrying a Mexican. This is a common occurrence.

- Handed me several Nora Roberts books citing that they were “full of sex.”

 

Did these incidents really happen? They did.

 

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The trash digger just grabbed what I printed off of the printer and licked his finger and sorted through it and then licked his finger some more. Any of this yours he says. Never mind I’ll print later.