It's not actually a vein, it's their poop shoot. It's just called that to make it sound less like you're pulling the shit tract out of a shrimp. Shrimp that still has the dark "vein" in it can taste a little gritty, kinda dirty. The larger shrimp will have this dark crap crawler down their back, though in smaller ones it is clear and small enough as to not impact the flavor. In my opinion, yes, it is that good that it's worth the effort. If the shrimp are fresh instead of pre-frozen (mine came from the gulf of mexico) and you prepare them correctly. Just cleaned two pounds of them for Sunday, which I'll combine with scallops and a lot of Old Bay seasoning, then cook 3 minutes on each side at about 450-500 degrees on the grill. Cover that with some homemade white wine cream sauce over a bed of pasta, lemon pepper asparagus and garlic bread, and it's fucking heavenly. Shrimp that is not cooked properly tastes like rubber and is fucking nasty. But if you do it right (not hard to do), it is fantastic.
Having grown up poor on a large body of water, I hate anything that used to live in the water. Every summer morning I was awakened at 5AM to go fishing. Every fucking morning. So we could have fish for lunch. And dinner. And enough to freeze for winter. Fucking fish. Breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Year fucking round. Fuck fish.
So my girlfriend's sister is staying at our house for the weekend which is putting me in a weird mood. On the one hand she's an attention whore of the highest caliber; to the point that everything has to be about her and what she wants to do, even at the expense of my 3 year old daughter. On the other hand, she has massively huge fake tits and thinks tops are only necessary in the most dire of situations, so... Guess I'll just be spending the weekend with my headphones in.
Id like to piss in her mouth while reciting "Bubble bubble, toil and trouble..." Keep it classy, you know. No wonder christians burned them, they're insufferable. The only thing oppressing that girl is the magic marker she used to fill in those Groucho eyebrows. There's a green market going on two doors down. The smells coming out of that place are driving me crazy. If I wasn't leaving for another city tomorrow I'd be rolling up in some crazy stuff. The cheese and cured meats alone are giving me heart palpitations. The beef is so fresh looking, there's no way it wasn't killed within the past day. Insane. The herb booth is pure perfume. I am turning a chunk of my backyard into an old world herb garden when I get back. It is decided. There is also a gypsy begging on the doorstep to my apartment building. I'm going to demand he fill a vile with his tears. The "old" women are great. All over the touristy parts. They dress up like 17th century destitute crones in rags, get on their knees with their hands outstretched for coins, and shake with tremors while reciting prayers. I'm not sure if they're creating good theater or legitimately think this helps sucker the rubes. I say "old" because I know those chain smoking gals could still out run me.
Holy. Fucking. Shit. That's a level of crazy I cannot even imagine. How can anyone who lives in the 21st Century believe in witches anymore, or even believe magic is real, after all the crushing bullshit of the past centuries of humans rising from the African veld and savannas to making the atom-fucking-bomb and combating worldwide epidemics, it makes me enraged someone this stupid exists. I want to beat the shit out of her[?] parents.
You're to young to remember, but Rathdrum used to be widely believed to be a hot bed of Devil Worshipers. Ask some of the old timers about it. http://www.spokesman.com/stories/2007/apr/26/small-town-legends/
http://www.cdapress.com/news/local_news/article_8811ac4d-eeb6-5149-b073-9c0630dece51.html That's the one I'm aware of. Also, lots of Sasquatch stories, UFO's, crazy people in the woods, etc. Again, Florida and Montana make a kid, it is Idaho.
Just be careful of the baby-throwers. Either hands-free at all times or let the little fucker hit the concrete, my luggage is MINE.
Huh, I've never heard of bad employees referred to as "ghosts" before. I wonder if the "ghost" in question shows up late, regularly fakes illness to get out of work and makes shitty excuses for its poor performance?
I tend to like countries better where you can punch an ignorant cunt in the face and a) not get shot and b) not arouse an army of SJW's howling that witches deserve equal rights, or lambswool is equivalent to the Holocaust or that parakeets should have been part of women's suffrage or some shit and, perhaps most importantly C) where stupid people are told they are stupid and they should subsequently shut the fuck up, be ignored or read something to make them not stupid. I'm looking at you Australia....and I'm liking what I see. Saw Hannibal Burress last night....not a bad comedian, just wish his set was all new material.
Smoked turkey, lots of good bourbon, and a bonfire last night. Sleeping in until 9 was icing on the cake.
I celebrated Columbus Day in Florence. The food scene here is fucking nuts and tits. Lunch was a sirloin grilled rare with lardo and onions on top, some tripes in tomato sauce, and an appetizer of proscuitto and burrata. Holy fuck, the burrata is a mozzarella still leaking in the center. It's better than gay sex with no air conditioning. But the tripes, holy fucking god. Soft, roasty, beefy. I've never had guts so good, Just did dinner. Had a wild boar ragu and some squid in a wine sauce. Then amaro liqueur. Also a bottle of Montepulciano. There is no doubt in my mind why Hannibal was based here. I can't walk 100 feet without seeing a place to eat. There's a sandwich shop with a line around the corner; the smell of cured meat and funk makes my heart sing. I also saw a statue of kids grabbing this guys junk. It's fucking weird. Edit: Is not Columbus Day?? Don't talk to me like you know me, ESSAY.
Yeah, well, he couldn't walk 100 feet without seeing a person to eat. So, you might want to let the analogy stop there. Or, not. Your call.