It’s…

A lobster!

Lunch, cooked alive of coursePhoto by Denis Gobo

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  1. Congratulations!!! Oh, what a cutie! You must be so proud.

    So, any plans for the little one? You better start saving up for post-secondary, you know that right? Going to University of Garlic-Butter can be pretty expensive.

    Dammit Geoff, you had my hopes up that Alex had delivered already and I was expecting a boy/girl announcement.

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  2. My Dad had a saying for things like this – “I like to live dangerously” – usually when he was saying something that would get him in deep trouble if Mom ever heard!

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  3. Well this explains a lot about your behaviour in Undergrad!!! You’re related to Doctor Zoidberg. No wonder it took you so long to break out of your shell…
    🙂

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  4. Who, MOI?!?! Bad jokes are “so 90s!” I grew out of them years ago! I have never been so insulted in my life! Come, I grew up, I left the country, married twice, and you only beat me to the fatherhood thing by, like, 4 weeks, and all you can remember from two years of being roomies are THAT I TOLD BAD JOKES!?!?!?

    Ed, do you think the crab looks more like Geoff or Alex?

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  5. Roger, those weren’t bad jokes. They were in a whole (sub-)class of their own.
    People didn’t groan at them, they wanted to commit seppuku. People’s ears bled at the punchlines. Every time you told one, a kitten didn’t just die — it exploded.
    They were legend made real. How do you think I still remember that? 😛
    And the crab will look more like me. Alex doesn’t look like a crab. More like a porpoise.
    Gimme something else to remember you about, and I’m allllllll over it. In the meantime, I’m gonna work more on my insults. 😉

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