You sailed straight into *that* raking broadside.... >;)Originally Posted by Diamondback
*makes note to self to hide some shark steaks in French's favorite Barcalounger*
If they're steaks, I can cook and eat them. Live ones... will take a little longer to prepare. ;)
Also: I don't own a Barcalounger -- I'm not *that* old yet. >;)
Don't knock Barcalounger... my late grandfather's is *still* my favorite chair, and I'm younger than you are. :p
It's not about the phobia, it's the sheer unholy stench of rotting sharkmeat... *evil cackle* Plus the incitement of the furmonsters to claw...
Oh, you mean that Scandinavian culinary nightmare? Had it.
If it's shark meat it's from Iceland, but if it's herring it's Swedish, and therefore Scandinavian. Iceland is Nordic but not Scandinavia.
He might be referring to that lovely Norwegian delicacy?
"It's not the towering sails, but the unseen wind that moves a ship."
–English Proverb
Had soused herring in Holland once. Called roll mops if I recall correctly.
Rob.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=_haw_YDC_zo
They held up pretty well...
Jim, you're making me blush.He might be referring to that lovely Norwegian delicacy?
“You can discover more about a person in an hour of play than in a year of conversation.” ― Plato
LOL.
"It's not the towering sails, but the unseen wind that moves a ship."
–English Proverb
What you Eric!
An Admiral of the Fleet blush.
I don't believe it.
Bligh.
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