Author Topic: My wife, the crabber (Read 372 times)

cmayna · « **on:** November, 07, 2008, 06:09:08 AM »

Last night feeling a little frisky after eating some yummy Sushi I asked my wife if she wanted to watch something on cable TV after the kids went to bed. "Sorry honey, I need to be up by 3am tomorrow to go crabbing with the boys from work".

WTF?

Actually I knew about her annual crab fest, just wanted to give her a bad time. So she should be going out under the Golden Gate as I type this on her way out into the ocean to hopefully bring home a limit of crab. Guess who is stuck spending the evening cleaning them critters.

blue65coupe · « **Reply #1 on:** November, 07, 2008, 06:14:03 AM »

Lmao, Craig has crabs. I guess the manscaping didn't work that well for you. Them suckers must be "underground". Good luck with this one buddy.

Havok1 · « **Reply #2 on:** November, 07, 2008, 06:25:00 AM »

Craig's at home with crabs? :rof I think they make a cream for that.

napaguy · « **Reply #3 on:** November, 07, 2008, 06:53:57 AM »

The last time I had crabs I blamed a truck stop toilet seat......and it worked!!!!!

cmayna · « **Reply #4 on:** November, 07, 2008, 07:08:47 PM »

Damn, She came home with 6 monster crabs (cooked) and 10 Rock Cods (cleaned). Tonight we are having a crab feast. Tomorrow, I'm giving George the painter a crab lunch while we work on Shag.

Starfury · « **Reply #5 on:** November, 08, 2008, 12:34:43 AM »

Hey craig, you're more than welcome to come down here and donate some crab to a starving college student:D

beach pony · « **Reply #6 on:** November, 08, 2008, 04:52:33 AM »

Oh sure, some friend you are. Gonna give crabs to George now. Nice. Next thing ya know, you'll be lurkin around in Packey's basement whispering sweet nothings in his ear. YOUR A MONSTER I SAY!

Flysure1 · « **Reply #7 on:** November, 08, 2008, 04:53:19 AM »

Quote from: cmayna on November, 07, 2008, 07:08:47 PM

Damn, She came home with 6 monster crabs (cooked) and 10 Rock Cods (cleaned). Tonight we are having a crab feast. Tomorrow, I'm giving George the painter a crab lunch while we work on Shag.

So lets see if I understand how this went down, your wife goes out with a bunch of "guys" from work, gets "crabs" and now you are giving them to your painter---hmm, I guess I'll never understand Californians---tsk-tsk-tsk