A boozy luncheon.
It's a civilized tradition.
Half the fun is the getting there . . .
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And the first thing Mistah and I do, every time?
Why, we order a dozen oysters . . .
. . . of course we do.
And . . .
. . . killed 'em!
Man, those were some righteous oysters.
Next course . . .
And then, salads.
No worries though, our entrees were on their merry way . . .
We had it all . . .