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That's funny. We all have Greek stories.

I came running in from Little League practice, ran into the kitchen and grabbed a glass to fetch some water. When I went to grab the faucet and pour the water, I screamed, dropped the glass in the sink, breaking it. Sitting in a large pot, were 2 live octopus or octopi gently moving around, starring up at me. Scared the living bejeevers outa me.

Mom said, "Are you allright?" I repied "Yes. Is Theos here?" He was my great uncle, Monsignor in the Greek Orthodox church. Very good man. But strange eating habits. At Easter, he'd eat the whole lamb's head...brain, skin, eyeballs.
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