Friday, June 23, 2006

It's your regular Friday afternoon 18.5 pound lobster update.

My Dad was a SCUBA diver in the Navy and for 25 subsequent years. He was/is cooler than I am/will ever be. He sold all lobsters he caught wreck-diving for a buck a pound back at the dock. He did keep the crusher claw from this sea monster. My Dad is 6-4. Now look again at the size of the lobster.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

That thing is frigging huge. I once ate a 6-pounder all by myself, and the one in the picture makes it look like a chicken lobster.

2:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's a shitload of melted butter.

11:56 PM  
Blogger concha said...

awwwww

8:48 PM  
Blogger Frank said...

You know, it's because of people like your dad that there's a crisis in Lobsterworld. A lobster like the one in the picture would never be caught today because commercial fishing has created an environment in which there are fewer and fewer large, sexually mature lobsters and more and more smaller ones. So I hope he's happy.

In other, less prickish news: You're dad was a hottie!

1:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It's true: real men don't work in ad agencies.

9:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

YOUR DAD IS A LOOSER, cause anyone who wastes his time in the navy is a ABSOLUTE LOOSER!

11:49 AM  
Blogger copyranter said...

I believe the word your mind's data center was searching for was "LOSER"

11:53 AM  
Blogger McB said...

Please tell me that your Dad kept the immense crusher claw on a shelf in his "study" -- next to the wall with his Navy deployment plaques. If he did, then you and I lived parallel lives -- except my Dad's trophy was a heavy, metal beer can collection and his old churchkey opener. Oh, Navy brathood!

2:04 PM  

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