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Sunday, August 8

Confessions of a Twentysomething Crab Eating Machine

we serve crabs, but would rather serve nice people like yourselves
August tis truly a s'wonderful month. Football is right around the corner, and it also marks the end of days where I sweat my grundle off waiting for a 1/9 train every ante meridiem. And for the past decade, it is always the month that my boy Big Benhaus conducts his annual Klauder Crab Feast (KCF, not KFC). This past Saturday was KCF XII and we partied like it was MCMXCIX, er 1999!! Legs were broken, guts ripped apart, and mustard blood was shed. Sounds like an afternoon on the Gaza Strip, but that's what it's really like to munch down on some crabs. Most Americans get crabs, but they don't eat them. Us Marylanders take great pride in celebrating the crustacean. I mean, if they made Fun Dip out of Old Bay Seasoning, we'd buy em by the bushel. Enuff with the words and on wit the pitchers (place cursor over images for captions)...

The Beforemath

they call me Ty, as in Cobb
a pretty standard day in Maryland no guts, no glory yellow is the new teal

The Aftermath

we set the guinness record for most Iron City Beer consumed in one day: 5 cans this is actually a shot of the inside of my stomach me molesting our host and emcee for the noche, Big Benhaus

Bless you Klauder Clan.

Is it August 2005 yet?


# Confessions of a Twentysomething Crab Eating Machine