What exactly is extreme nourishment?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/West_Side_of_Stamford

And why exactly does it occur in the West Side of Stamford, Connecticut?

 

Extreme nourishment is cornbread. Everyone knows that.

 

How did I not guess that one.

 

Cause you're a douche.

 

Because New Englanders are noshy little bastards.

 

I like the New Englanders.

Particularly Vermonters.

Connecticut, yeah, it can eat shit, but the rest of New England is sly enough for me to like it.

Besides, who the fuck doesn't like chowder? And Thoreau? And candlepin bowling?

Riddle me that.

 

Well, Vermonters are satisfactory.

I'm not too partial to NHers.

I don't like chowder.

I do like Thoreau.

And Candlepin bowling?

That's neither here nor there.

 

You don't like chowder? Jesus Murphy...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candlepin_bowling

aaaahah

 

No, I'm a vegan, so Har Har Har.

It's hard to come by a real good vegan version.

But Candlepins! Whoot. Let me in on the fun.

 

Ehhh. Clam chouder.

 

Clams & oysters.

And other mussels.

No, thanks.

The snotty litte creatures.

 

I enjoy myself a good mollusking.

 

Do you like the snotty, rubbery textures?

Do you dip them in garlic butter?

Do you gag on them as they make their way down?

 

I thrive on them on the way down...

 

Er. My stomach flipped flapjacks on the inside.

 

Oysters are worse than semen. That's all I have to say about oysters.

 

And semen is pretty gross.

Oysters are on the bottom line.

 

I would have to be in the mood for oysters. It's sort of like drinking things.

Oysters are something I don't have often, but... I would never turn down oyster stew.

Now fried oysters--I don't know what to think of them. They can be pretty sick sometimes.

I'm picky with oysters.

 

I feel as if I have a corn kernal stuck in my throat.

 

My grandmother feels your pain.

Well, I couldn't tell you. She's no longer with us anymore.

I'm sure she'd feel the same.