Still it, goes down smooth when I get a clean hit
Of the skunky funky octopus shit
Sing my song, puff all night long
As I take occy Hits from the bong…
(Cypress Hill – Hits from a blue-ring)
Another extraordinary seafood calamity from Stuart Simpson & Claire Mueller who were confronted with this horrifying sight at a bus stop in Mt Lawley. Why is there an ant covered octopus waiting for the number 21 on Beaufort Street? Is it something to do with Cthulu? No-one should have to see this. Now we can add octopus to the street crabs and Black sambuca. Oh, there was this downed food item too. When we get enough ingredients, maybe there should be a recipe book?
We’re getting close already: this recipe could be modified into a sort of seafood sambuca gumbo:
http://www.kitchenrecipes.com/kitchen/recipes/Shellfish/21375.htm
Perhaps include a cast-iron stomach along with the cast-iron wok?
Cohen, you drop your stash on the way home? Have a little taste of some fresh herring before you caught the number 8 back to Guilford and lost the plot?
Reminds me of my post from last year about octopus porn – I’ll have to dig out the link… nasty seafood porn, or high art? All I know is the Herald Sun likened this particular painting and the subsequent bomb threats to the Piss Christ affair.
Octopus porn…
http://theperthfiles.blogspot.com/2006/01/perth-artist-vying-for-50000-art-award.html
Cookie. They will pry my last occy from my COLD DEAD HANDS.
I hope Stu and Claire picked this up, took it home, rinsed off the formic acid and prepared for a big weekend…
Check the size of the head on that fucker, man!
Bus #21, all stops to R’lyeh.
A days-old dead octopus covered in ants still wouldn’t have been the stinkiest creature on the #21, in my experience.
Maybe it was left there by a seal that realised that the #21 doesn’t go to the Leighton groyne
Fearless wretch
Insanity
He watches
Lurking beneath the sea
Great old one
Forbidden site
He searches
Hunter of the shadows is rising
Immortal
In madness you dwell
I note the #21 passes the Walrus Wrangler, also. Coincidence?
S.O.P.
I suggest that you discuss this matter with your trick cyclist.
With whom?
Rolly doesn’t venture near the sea, he’s strictly a skunk man.
Lesley, that seal’s only got eyes for me.
Anyway, problem solved. I think the Beaufort Street Bloggers will be able to determine fairly quickly what slimy tank in what obscure Chinese restaurant our tentacled friend escaped from.
You know that octopie climb out of their tanks and open jars of food in the kitchen when left overnight. And perform acts of oral sex, naturally.
This is typical of those anty octopus Mt Lawleyians
A couple weeks ago I went to use the public toilet at Hyde Park (wouldn’t be far from this photo) and someone had left (now rotten) king prawns on the floor.
Unhelpful to my toilet going experience.
And no photo of rotting prawns in Hyde park bog? Shame.
‘You know that octopie climb out of their tanks and open jars of food in the kitchen when left overnight. And perform acts of oral sex, naturally.’
Just another night on the herring.
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Er Yuck, How the hell did it get to Mt. Lawley?
It Came From The Sea.