Old Bae.
But it was just being a little salty.
A man goes to a $10 hooker and contracts crabs.
When he goes back to complain, the hooker laughs and says, "What do you expect for $10 -- lobster?"
Comment your best "Abbey" puns. Bonus points: her last name rhymes with "long". Or... dong, I guess. So.... long.
We were watching a doco on swarms. There was a part on land crabs going to the sea for mating season.
Narrator: "But how do they get to the sea?"
Dad: "Sideways."
When he saw the main course, he sure looked steamed!
A frustacean
Crabby panties
He was too far out man.
I know this story may sound a little fishy, some of you may even consider it a whale of a tale, but if you take it in tide I’m sure you’ll sea the porpoise isn’t me just beingkoi or * squidding* around or fishing for attention; it was shrimply an act of cod that I’m hooked on sharing with others. If it reely makes anyone crabby or puts me on thin ice, just let minnow and I’ll gladly clam up. I’d hate to see this sub flounder or take a dive because of my own shellfish ambitions.
You begin to feel a little eel.
Because they're shellfish
I know it sounds fishy, but I really think it will help to be less crabby, get out out of my shell, and have a porpoise in life.
After all, the world is my oyster!
They're always a bit crabby
A crabbi.
And one crab says, "So Jim, how's the wife?"
The other crab says "You didn't hear? My wife died last week"
The first crab replies "Oh, I'm so sorry, it sucks that you are a widow now."
The crab says "No I'm not, I'm a crab."
He was looking pretty crabby.
We were eating dinner at a local crab restaurant in Maryland when the baby at the table next to us started crying. My 8 year old looked at me and asked "daddy, do you think that baby is crabby?"
During notes for a show I am working on, they mentioned something about pots and a character. In this context, they cook crabs, lobsters, and clams on stage.
Me- Well, that will certainly make Sue crabby.
They booed me
We have a new baby. It was bed time, and he woke up, and she was a little upset about it, he was tired and crabby.
I rubbed his head and kissed him thrice between the eyes, forcing a blink reflex, from which his eyes didn't open.
"I am the baby kiss-perer!"
