Overheard in the breakfast cafe at Phlegmfest

(Speaking of the crawfish that wound up in Jennifer‘s hair last night.)

Stingray:  “It’s like crawfish bukake.”

Labrat:  “Why must you ruin everything I enjoy?”

Jennifer:  “You enjoy crawfish bukake?”


Me:  “I’m visualizing it squirting out these little eggs.”


Me:  “You’ve been roed.”

(Laugh, snort.)

I’m so glad to be here.  I’ve been needing this weekend.

Update – I somehow failed to mention Stingray’s comment about “Crawfish Bukake” sounding like a great band name. Well, it looks like he got that covered in his own recount of the silliness.