Yarrr.. I'm a diabetic
HOW ABOUT SOME SEAWATER FOR YAR BRINY SOULS!!!
YAR! Tis a FISH! Blue Lips' first fish! He landed the beast with a ferocious SLAM against the piling of the pier.
posted by Ol' Peg Leg | 8:03 PM
The Rhyme of the Old Salts
The sea has neither meaning nor pity. -Anton Chekhov
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I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
The flung spray and blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
- John Masfield
Sunday, May 07, 2006
HOW ABOUT SOME SEAWATER FOR YAR BRINY SOULS!!!YAR! Tis a FISH! Blue Lips' first fish! He landed the beast with a ferocious SLAM against the piling of the pier.
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HA!
-Mariner
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