I am a pirate. I have a parrot who sits in my shoulder and says “Preston’s a quarter witted ***hole” all day long. Took nearly a week to train him. So he’s smarter than you, at least.
I live on a Man O’War surrounded by a hearty crew half of whole are a bevy of buxom maidens who serve at my beck and call.
The rest of them are the worst sort of scalawags, scoundrels, rustlers, cut throats, murderers, bounty hunters, desperados, mugs, pugs, thugs, nitwits, halfwits, dimwits, vipers, snipers, con men, Indian agents, Mexican bandits, muggers, buggerers, bushwhackers, hornswogglers, horse thieves, bull dykes, train robbers, bank robbers, ass-kickers, shit-kickers and Methodists.
Lots of eye patches, wooden legs, and all I hear is “aaargh Matey” almost incessantly. Most folks would find it tiresome but since we pillage and plunder from morning till night it’s all worth it.
When night falls it’s flagons of rum and buxom lasses dancing and cavorting for our amusement. Last night Keith Richards dropped in to play a few tunes.
All in all it’s a good life. Better than your pathetic little existence, anyway.
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Now that we ironed that out, talk to us about that goofy L you sign off with!
Epic post!!! (-: