Monday, April 14, 2008

A chum-filled shipping container sits in a warehouse overnight.

Right now, a clam-shelled-oyster at 39 meters below on a Chinese shoal is waiting to be dredged out, dumped in a hopper, and ground up.

I can't express to you how immediately or how violently I would vomit if I tasted got anywhere near this adult beverage.

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