tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22344460.post5648460157566782271..comments2024-03-25T13:51:00.349-05:00Comments on Hidden Missives: Otis SmurlJay Kinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09834315191267300438noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22344460.post-89989447819168942322011-08-26T20:37:47.063-05:002011-08-26T20:37:47.063-05:00I am pleased, Crumpy Cousith, that there is someon...I am pleased, Crumpy Cousith, that there is someone such as yourself so thoroughly enlightened as to the particulars of conch chomping. Thank you for sharing your obvious oblivious knowledge.Jay Kinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09834315191267300438noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22344460.post-41668384350844381102011-08-26T13:49:42.464-05:002011-08-26T13:49:42.464-05:00Otis Smurl was a conch crusher; you know, one fro...Otis Smurl was a conch crusher; you know, one from the old school that used his teeth. That was back when teeth really were teeth.<br /> Otis had a hard time convincing his wife that the conch-crushing business was still viable. The crasch of '63 was bad for the whole industry, but especially for tooth-chompers.<br /> Otis' first customers were, of course, calcimine-chuggers, and those types are really insistent on old-school results. It has something to do with grit. Anyway, they were so pleased with Otis' chonch-chomping abilities that they set him up as the Official Conch-Chomper of the Calcimine-chuggers' Super Bowl.<br /> Mrs. Spurl was delighted. Still is.Crumpy Cousithnoreply@blogger.com