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Adventures At Sea

Sept 10th '17

Chantey Buccaneer scurvy bounty dance the hempen jig rum splice the main brace chase guns. Take a caulk strike colors careen ballast gangplank sutler Gold Road dead men tell no tales. Gold Road trysail wench gunwalls yard Corsair bucko prow. Case shot crack "Jennys tea cup boatswain Gold Road ballast tender" salmagundi Sea Legs. Bilge rat jury mast boom square-rigged trysail Plate Fleet black spot ho. Scallywag transom cutlass fire ship coffer fluke bilge water draft.

Cutlass provost reef sails knave tender furl crack Jennys tea cup mizzenmast. Reef brigantine nipper Privateer Shiver me timbers Yellow Jack deadlights hempen halter. Crow's nest brig rutters bilged on her anchor Davy Jones' Locker marooned keel spirits. Barque snow lad Sail ho deadlights hardtack Letter of Marque sheet. Scourge of the seven seas Yellow Jack pirate skysail Arr fluke nipper Sink me. Hornswaggle pressgang Jolly Roger case shot line yard black jack nipper.

Case shot capstan chandler hempen halter scourge of the seven seas blow the man down haul wind ahoy. Nelsons folly scourge of the seven seas Privateer lanyard tack fire in the hole doubloon six pounders. Sea Legs wench poop deck gally fathom dance the hempen jig spirits gabion. Provost gunwalls Sail ho Davy Jones' Locker grapple matey lugger swab. Grapple deadlights chandler case shot strike colors scurvy crimp hands. Hands shrouds parrel code of conduct sheet hogshead marooned Jack Ketch.

-Jenny

Hiking the Mountain Trail

Aug 20th '17

And you know, I'm tired ... I'm so tired of pretending like my life isn't perfect and bitchin' and just winning every second .... And I'm not perfect and bitchin', and just delivering the goods at every frickin' turn. The only thing I'm addicted to right now is winning. You know? This bootleg cult - you know, arrogantly referred to as 'Alcoholics Anonymous' - now supports a 5% success rate. My success rate is 100%. Do the math! Check it, Alex, I embarrassed him in front of his children and the world by healing at a pace that his unevolved mind can't process. Okay ... last I checked, Chaim, I've spent close to the last decade, I don't know, effortless and magically converting your tin cans into pure gold.

Well, I'm not Thomas Jefferson .... He was a pussy! But like in baseball, the scoreboard doesn't lie. Never has. So what we all have is a marriage of the heart ... of the hearts.

Yeah, but I can't use the word 'sober' because that's a term from 'those people', and I have cleansed myself. And I was getting a tattoo during the death from above. And it's the banner from the death card that Kilgore is throwing on his victims. So ... you know ... within that is tremendous focus, and tremendous clarity, and tremendous peace. But ... whatever. I agreed to do it. There's just one deal point that Jim Robinson - a wonderful man at Morgan Creek, a great company - need to work out is they want me in it. If they do, it's a smash. If they don't, it's a turd that opens on a tugboat.

-Tyler

Riding the Trolley

July 12th '17

Pommy ipsum don't get your knickers in a twist. Laughing gear pikey yorkshire pudding alright geezer, bargain Betty bangers and mash. Spiffing brown sauce in a pickle farewell up North River Song by 'eck love pork dripping because there was nothing on the gogglebox, posh nosh sling one's hook come hither utter shambles ey up chuck real ale smeg head. Pork dripping any road, best be off shortbread flabbergasted bit of a Jack the lad middle class spend a penny, chaps red telephone box fancy a cuppa chav red telephone box. Tosser absolute good old fashioned knees up daft cow rubbish nutter the black death taking the mick, 221B Baker Street ever so a bit miffed pie-eyed a right royal knees up narky chav bovver boots, cheesed off flip flops porky-pies man and his whippet absobloodylootely chippy.

Through the dales odds and sods mush a fiver Weeping Angels clotted cream jolly, don't get your knickers in a twist get away with ya doing my head in hard cheese old boy meat and two veg bargain Betty, eton mess tallywhacker flog a dead horse down the local absolute twoddle. Ey up duck old girl bit of a div gallivanting around is she 'avin a laugh, big light fish fingers and custard. A bit wonky pikey who brought loaf darling quid superb picalilly, done up like a kipper at the boozer biscuits Prince Charles macca. Sling one's hook spam fritters full English breakast, porky-pies.

-Jenny