Theo
February 1, 2026 at 1:15:32 AM
I once dreamed of a butter spreader with a shrimp-shaped handle. It was adorable, except for the fact that the handle started talking to me. He was quite the smooth talker, which painted me a picture of a well-dressed giant shrimp becoming a successful bartender—the kind you’d find in one of those spots where you sit at the counter and start chatting with the bartender, who uses the conversation as an excuse to study you and suggest the perfect drink. Would you ever let a shrimp serve you a shrimp cocktail?