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IFL love Sardines. Always have since I was a lil Yella. Back when my summer jerb was painting wooden bleacher of Husky Stadium, some of the track guysm and myself would run up to QFC for sardines, saltines and tall Bud Heavy cans and that was lunch.
I used to eat so much tuna in high school (delicious dense protein) that one of my teammates taking a shit in the farthest stall at the other end of the locker room bathroom knew it was me taking a piss at the urinal because of the tuna smell in my piss. I just brought a family sized can, fork, and can opener to school with me every day and ate the whole can of fish plain.
Now I learn that all of that mercury has surely given me a hilarious retardation. Worth it.
You can stay in the deep fired catfish lane with @SECDAWG
IFL love Sardines. Always have since I was a lil Yella. Back when my summer jerb was painting wooden bleacher of Husky Stadium, some of the track guysm and myself would run up to QFC for sardines, saltines and tall Bud Heavy cans and that was lunch.
Another reason Portugal > Spain. There are sardine shops everywhere in downtown Lisbon. Or Lisboa as the native Portuguese pronounce it.
You can stay in the deep fired catfish lane with @SECDAWG
IFL love Sardines. Always have since I was a lil Yella. Back when my summer jerb was painting wooden bleacher of Husky Stadium, some of the track guysm and myself would run up to QFC for sardines, saltines and tall Bud Heavy cans and that was lunch.
Another reason Portugal > Spain. There are sardine shops everywhere in downtown Lisbon. Or Lisboa as the native Portuguese pronounce it.
You can stay in the deep fired catfish lane with @SECDAWG
IFL love Sardines. Always have since I was a lil Yella. Back when my summer jerb was painting wooden bleacher of Husky Stadium, some of the track guysm and myself would run up to QFC for sardines, saltines and tall Bud Heavy cans and that was lunch.
Another reason Portugal > Spain. There are sardine shops everywhere in downtown Lisbon. Or Lisboa as the native Portuguese pronounce it.
I will never concede this point. Though I have more travel to do in bofe, Spain took it for me hands down. More shit to see and I found nothing approaching Seville and some other smaller Spanish cities in Portugal.
That said, Italy is still hands down my favorite Euro country and it's not close. The south of France is very fucking nice too.
You can stay in the deep fired catfish lane with @SECDAWG
IFL love Sardines. Always have since I was a lil Yella. Back when my summer jerb was painting wooden bleacher of Husky Stadium, some of the track guysm and myself would run up to QFC for sardines, saltines and tall Bud Heavy cans and that was lunch.
Another reason Portugal > Spain. There are sardine shops everywhere in downtown Lisbon. Or Lisboa as the native Portuguese pronounce it.
I will never concede this point. Though I have more travel to do in bofe, Spain took it for me hands down. More shit to see and I found nothing approaching Seville and some other smaller Spanish cities in Portugal.
That said, Italy is still hands down my favorite Euro country and it's not close. The south of France is very fucking nice too.
They’re all greasy, oily hair countries @creepycoug yearning to come defile this good clean country.
You can stay in the deep fired catfish lane with @SECDAWG
IFL love Sardines. Always have since I was a lil Yella. Back when my summer jerb was painting wooden bleacher of Husky Stadium, some of the track guysm and myself would run up to QFC for sardines, saltines and tall Bud Heavy cans and that was lunch.
Another reason Portugal > Spain. There are sardine shops everywhere in downtown Lisbon. Or Lisboa as the native Portuguese pronounce it.
I will never concede this point. Though I have more travel to do in bofe, Spain took it for me hands down. More shit to see and I found nothing approaching Seville and some other smaller Spanish cities in Portugal.
That said, Italy is still hands down my favorite Euro country and it's not close. The south of France is very fucking nice too.
They’re all greasy, oily hair countries @creepycoug yearning to come defile this good clean country.
I cop to to all of it, but you dissing “my Homeland”...take it to the Huguenot bored!
I like a can of sardines and some crackers. It's a regular on my breakfast menu. In light oil is good, in mustard sauce or tomato and basil sauce is better. In Louisiana hot sauce is my favorite.
Canned tuna, oysters, and kipper snacks are all things that wind up in the cabinet and eventually in my belly. 'choves only in the form of anchovy paste because you can't make a Caesar salad without it, and it makes a good salty flavor in lots of sauces and dressing.
Canned salmon depends on who canned it. I eat a bunch of different friends' canned salmon, but not store bought. Canned upriver bright chinook is one of the most fantastic things ever. The oil seeps out of it, and you wind up with fish floating in artery-protecting orange-tinted super oil. Break off a chunk of fish, let it soak in the oil a second, put it on a cracker, and prepare to be overwhelmed by its goodness.
My granny used to insist on everyone eating a piece of pickled herring on New Year's eve for good luck. I try to remember, but this year I forgot - and then covid 19 showed up and reminded me not to be a fuck up next NYE and eat my pickled herring. Sorry guysm.
You can stay in the deep fired catfish lane with @SECDAWG
IFL love Sardines. Always have since I was a lil Yella. Back when my summer jerb was painting wooden bleacher of Husky Stadium, some of the track guysm and myself would run up to QFC for sardines, saltines and tall Bud Heavy cans and that was lunch.
Another reason Portugal > Spain. There are sardine shops everywhere in downtown Lisbon. Or Lisboa as the native Portuguese pronounce it.
I will never concede this point. Though I have more travel to do in bofe, Spain took it for me hands down. More shit to see and I found nothing approaching Seville and some other smaller Spanish cities in Portugal.
That said, Italy is still hands down my favorite Euro country and it's not close. The south of France is very fucking nice too.
They’re all greasy, oily hair countries @creepycoug yearning to come defile this good clean country.
I cop to to all of it, but you dissing “my Homeland”...take it to the Huguenot bored!
Gotta go with sardines in this line up. With hot green chilies or hot sauce for me with a small bag of saltines. Ate a many can of them on the deer stand back in the day running hounds.
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IFL love Sardines. Always have since I was a lil Yella. Back when my summer jerb was painting wooden bleacher of Husky Stadium, some of the track guysm and myself would run up to QFC for sardines, saltines and tall Bud Heavy cans and that was lunch.
Crawfish is the shit.
Never had bad crawfish.
Now I learn that all of that mercury has surely given me a hilarious retardation. Worth it.
YKIR, @creepycoug
But I still like canned smoked oysters better.
Muddy bottom feeding creatures.
That said, Italy is still hands down my favorite Euro country and it's not close. The south of France is very fucking nice too.
Canned tuna, oysters, and kipper snacks are all things that wind up in the cabinet and eventually in my belly. 'choves only in the form of anchovy paste because you can't make a Caesar salad without it, and it makes a good salty flavor in lots of sauces and dressing.
Canned salmon depends on who canned it. I eat a bunch of different friends' canned salmon, but not store bought. Canned upriver bright chinook is one of the most fantastic things ever. The oil seeps out of it, and you wind up with fish floating in artery-protecting orange-tinted super oil. Break off a chunk of fish, let it soak in the oil a second, put it on a cracker, and prepare to be overwhelmed by its goodness.
My granny used to insist on everyone eating a piece of pickled herring on New Year's eve for good luck. I try to remember, but this year I forgot - and then covid 19 showed up and reminded me not to be a fuck up next NYE and eat my pickled herring. Sorry guysm.