Friday, September 19, 2003

Ahoy there mates!

Well, docked over at sugarmama’s port this morning and blow me down if she don't have a post that knocked the wind outta me sails. Go check. Now, I don’t like to think there be termites in me stern, but it were a bit much, if you ask me.

So the Good Ship Icicle be smack dab in the middle of old Isabel. I put on me new pirates boot, but arrggghhh if they aren't lookin' like drag queen boots. But I be wearing ‘em with attitude and I’ll be sinkin' the scurvy bastard who speak ill of ‘em.

Gotta go grab some grub and grog. Don't just sit there polishing yer mast, Talk Like a Pirate!.


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