Dolphin Meat

When I was in college, my girlfriend Lily brought me to her parent’s house for Thanksgiving. I hadn’t met Lily’s dad, Ron, before but I knew he’d recently had a metal plate installed in his head after being attacked by some dolphins in Florida. “It was at one of those places where you can swim with them,” Lily told me. “He was riding on back of a dolphin named Percy and Percy tossed him and then a dolphin named Buttons smacked him with his tail.” When we got to the house, Ron was in the kitchen basting the turkey...

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