I had to smile.
To the right of me, (the picture below), a son and mother is eating oysters. Well - mostly the mom. The kid is trying a few. Until just now.
He asked the Oyster Bar Tender, "When is it that the oysters die?"
"Do you really want to know?" asked the waiter?
"Yeah!"
"They die when they hit your mouth."
He thought about it, realizing that oysters are not only raw, but numbly alive when they are served to you.
That was the last oyster he ate.
Not me. Bring 'em on!
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