This is nothing. In high school, I used to drink a hundred cans of Cola a week, right up to my third heart attack

I was able to spend some time this week with my little bro. During the week we were able to go to Red Lobster (the wonderful place, where they take a food that is fundimentally good for you, and bake it in lakes of butter)

Those of you who know me can testify, I LOVE ME SOME SEAFOOD. Heck, I don’t even wait till it’s cooked. If I can get my hands on it, I will down me some Sushi as well. To make matters even better, it was ALL YOU CAN EAT shrimp. I can eat lots of shrimp. I can eat bucket fulls of shrimp.

I’m pretty sure that I made some people swear off seafood ever again at the rate I was eating the stuff. The carnage that was the shrimp feast was not for the faint of heart. I ‘m pretty sure that in my hurry to cram as much shrimp down my gullet (before my stomach realized it was full) I was missing the mouth and hitting people with shrimp shards(tm).

Eventually, I had to stop, after little brother #2 started to give me funny looks, and I got called by work (alas, I am on call this week), but that, is another story.