| porksound ( @ 2006-09-19 08:07:00 |
Run up the Jolley Roger Mates, we're preparin' to board.
Surrender the booty! It be talk like a pirate day, ye scurvy ridden pups.
And no convention as contorted as proper English will lay low our mad yearnin' for pollutants of various sorts and specifications.
Now, where's me bottle and me sword... (stumble...) ahem
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Surrender the booty! It be talk like a pirate day, ye scurvy ridden pups.
And no convention as contorted as proper English will lay low our mad yearnin' for pollutants of various sorts and specifications.
Now, where's me bottle and me sword... (stumble...) ahem
p