Donna D’s Been Here Visiting For the Week and We Had Ourselves a Bingley Moment
…although at 35¢ per succulent slurpiliciousness.
Made such an impression, we decided those empty oyster containers would be dubbed “Dozen ‘Number 1’. Waitress?”
In the background can be seen the veriest hint of a couple really divine, but neglected, oyster po-boys: “neglected” only while icey, freshly shucked yummies were flying in on salty saucers to our table. We got to them eventually. Lip SCHMACKING.
And cheap.
Ah, the heart sings…
….and I haven’t had breakfast, yet.
Did you do any oyster shooters??
The Bingster wouldn’t shell out 35¢ for anything. He’d clam right up.
Aren’t you maybe missing a decimal place on that price Sis?
Eat your heart out Bingley! 35 cents each! THS and I were thing of you as we slurped down each one!
I meant to say thinking of you – but my mouth was beginning to water!
35 cents Bing, 35 cents…
35 cents.
that’s just criminal.
I mean, if I were a bitter clingy type I would mention that I’m very glad that you enjoyed those Deepwater Horizon Brand oysters, but I’m above such things.
Really I am.
They were BP brand there smart guy…
Remember, Bingley, envy is one of the seven deadly sins. Rejoice that they had such an inexpensive, satisfying experience.
I have no such envy. I can’t stand oysters. Yech.
Bingley’s reverting to his finest Salty Alinsky form in his bitterness at being left out of the 35%.
Delicious.
So is gluttony, Michael. Looks like the Bingster gets it either way……