For Valentines Day, sister (@amuse_bouche) and I decided we didn't need significant others, we just needed lots of booze. Wonderful, intoxicating booze and oysters. Along with being terrible handlers of alcohol (mainly myself), that day, we learned we're one bad arse mothershuckers.
Sister lugged out a dozen or so oysters. It smelled like a lesbian club.
She attempts to pry one open, but no luck. Clearly, a powerdrill was required (no joke).
I prayed, "No loss of fingers. No loss of fingers..."
What? No pearls? RIP OFF!
Five hours later, success! Only 11 more to go.
We decided to take a break. Stubborn mollusks!
It was time for Vegemite!
And plenty of booze.
My friend decided, "Eff this!" And contemplated leaping off the roof.
We finally did it, after losing only three fingers and an eye.
Calling your mothers over for dinner.
A tablet makes for a great cutting board, too!
Chop, chop, chop!
The rack of lamb for supper. SO GEWT! (I was far too drunk and seven vodkas in to remember eating this)
Just in case you wanted to see more shuckin' around:
