I’m sure you can imagine the thoughts going through my head when Rob IM’d me about Bubba, the 22-pound lobster discovered in Nantucket. And then, my dismay when Bubba died after a few days in his new home in Pittsburgh (shocker). Can you imagine the lobster rolls? ! Sigh.
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8 responses to “22 Pounds of Lusciousness. Gone.”
Can you imagine the lobster rolls?
Not without drooling. A lot.
Can you imagine the lobster rolls?
Not without drooling. A lot.
Sorry maar deze log slaat echt weer helemaal nergens op, wat is het eigenlijk? een kreeftrol? gadverdamme! lekker goor dametje..
Sorry maar deze log slaat echt weer helemaal nergens op, wat is het eigenlijk? een kreeftrol? gadverdamme! lekker goor dametje..
I would drop dead too, if I was captured, put into a freak show, and named Bubba (of all things)…
I do think that this “Another group calling itself People For Eating Tasty Animals reportedly offered Wholey a hefty price for the lobster.” is pretty hysterical though.
I would drop dead too, if I was captured, put into a freak show, and named Bubba (of all things)…
I do think that this “Another group calling itself People For Eating Tasty Animals reportedly offered Wholey a hefty price for the lobster.” is pretty hysterical though.
First of all, can anyone translate that comment up there?
Liz — put in a freakshow in Pittsburgh no less. They should have taken “People For Eating Tasty Animals” up on their offer . . .
First of all, can anyone translate that comment up there?
Liz — put in a freakshow in Pittsburgh no less. They should have taken “People For Eating Tasty Animals” up on their offer . . .