If yar tinks ye be hornswagglin me intah blargin and jar-floggin like clowns, Ill ties yar toes to meh mast-ropes and tell da boyshs to haul yar flappin-flesh up tuh da crows-nest until tha cower-rats rattle-tooth yar yarn-ties andya crashflop yer shaggha bones all yover meh ships swaggin swooshin blargin bloods rollin flashin and swill intah meh fillercups and tonights we drank yer full up bloods in mar-whine.
smees yar swabbin dis mess in da mornan....
yer life branger motha bedded me down proper on a fullup stomhack of yer hornswagglin mar, and i full up her all in the splorgin whorgans of the depths of dire. Har-gah-gah-gah-blaaarg.
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smees yar swabbin dis mess in da mornan....
yer life branger motha bedded me down proper on a fullup stomhack of yer hornswagglin mar, and i full up her all in the splorgin whorgans of the depths of dire. Har-gah-gah-gah-blaaarg.
When one bees a pirate he bees a pirate three hundred and sixty five days o' de year matie. ARRRRRRRGH!!!!
I just coughed up some phlegm ha har