Years ago (like 30) a good friend of mine would send me a small dead clam from Maine to Arizona in the middle of the summer. Opening up a mailbox where it had been "cooking" for several hours...the smell would knock you over. I would beg her to NOT send the clam, and she would laugh & send it anyway. Always felt sorry for the poor postal workers who had to deal with this.Originally Posted by chickwhorips




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