One minute you're crawling along minding your own business
The next thing you know you're soaking in boiling water, legs cut off and no fingers to dial 911.
I came across a lobster spread sheet yesterday lying in the street and it was sad. The entire month of December was filled with activities. I never knew there was a lobster karaoke night. This was a vibrant crustacean named Warren with unlimited potential. To end up as a main course for affluent diners at an upscale establishment is a sin against nature.
Maybe they remove frog's legs, but at least they can still get around with prosthesis. And it's done so fast I doubt they feel anything. But to be a proud creature with threatening pincers reduced to impotency is crushing to say the least. Warren's circle, assuming lobsters have circles, must have been equally upset.
I want say chin up to every lobster out there, but am not sure lobsters have chins.
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