So, I'm helping cook for mom's B-day and

...dad has me tearing off the heads of shrimps. Because we cook our food the old fashioned way, so no chopping off their heads for us. We use our bare hands.

So I see their little soulless beady eyes staring at me as I tear off the heads of their already dead brethren and coat my hands with their blood and guts.

Then dad tells me that the little nubbin I'm squeezing near the head to hold it tight while I tear off their little skulls is where they keep their bodily excretions.

So, I go through four pounds of shrimp and by the end of it my hands are covered with blood and skin and shrimp shit.

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and shrimps are my favorite seafood oh god whyyyyy