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  <title>Digging for Clams</title>
  <author>davycyc@yahoo.com</author>  <link>http://cwizzle.livejournal.com/279.html</link>
  <description>Funny how as my day goes by I seem to have a million things that I want to post on my live journal, but for some reason when I think about people reading my entries it makes me blank out, and I end up phasing out on a blank screen as if I just ripped a fat bowl from a three-footer straight to the dome.  Hmmmmmm...a three footer to the dome sounds pretty nice right now, especially if it&apos;s lime green, more frosted than flakes, and makes your fingers feel like you just rubbed spiker ice all over your dew.  Right.  So pass the scooby and lets get into it.  The other day I had dinner at this sushi bar with two good friends.  Beleive it or not but the spot&apos;s pretty shibby, its  the only place that I know where you can get kim chee and side dishes with your sushi.  The dynamite roll is off the chain and we ended up getting two of these bad boys.  Now I&apos;m sitting here waxing sushi and thinking how a plate of sashimi would just flip the script.  The conversation randomly drifts towards different kinds of seafoods, and then out of nowhere my homegirl kaila fires one out from left feild.  Kaila turns to me and says &quot;I like clam digging, it&apos;s pretty fun.&quot;  Clam digging eh?  Fella&apos;s, you wit me on this one, or am I the only one that thinks clam digging sounds like some thing you do right before clam bumping?  Das right CLAM BUMPING!  For all of my homegirls that don&apos;t know what clam bumping is you can either ask my boy kev or borrow my instructional video with tera patrick and some blond demonstrating a few more advanced clam bumping techniques.  Anyhow back to the dinner.  It takes me a whole ten seconds before I snap back to reality (oh there goes gravity) and realize Kaila is talking about coring cylinders of sand in order to sift out burried clams.  Hmmmmmmm.....or was she??  I think it&apos;s time for that three footer now.</description>
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