Crab, that is. Lots and lots of delicious crab.
Mrs. Curmudgeon informed me last night that a co-worker and friend of ours stated that she could outdo anyone when it comes to scarfing down crab legs. Mrs. Curmudgeon - with that "My daddy can whoop your daddy" air about her, said "You don't know my husband when he's eating crab legs. He's a machine."
So with me none the wiser, the challenge was cast forth and accepted, and there I was, smack dab in the middle of the foray.
No prob. After being informed of the events which transpired, with me of course being the sport I am and not wanting to let the Mrs. down, I accepted the challenge.
And to "T" I say, "BAH! Bring it on!" Surely, I can eat more crab legs than a girl!
So I will report back tomorrow on which of us ends up the victor, and reigns atop the mountain of crab carcasses.
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5 comments:
well, I like Spam..but I prefer crab legs
It will do in a pinch, but hopefully not too often.
Crab legs...with melted butter.
almost orgasm worthy.
But what if this is some gargantuan chick, a veritable female Jaba the Hut? Then you'll be up against it.
Jean,
It was. It was.
Hermit,
Naw, it's someone we know well.
Not larger by any stretch.
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