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arggh me looks for the evil, rachel loving,CHUMBUCKET! the dog sleeps on deck , and the dirtbag wakes to hog ther harpoon when she bows ...the dasterly dog dont know the bow from the stern and and projects off the starboard quarter when thar seas get no bumpier than me lasseys wart. claimes he can cook but the grub he puts out makes all hands on deck move like seasick waddlers,the mates have threatened the bloody death, after our monkeypuke tasting dessert.we discussed the proctolagist fly treatment after we all saw mirages that looked like green dolphins and spinning doctors.the dirtbag even took the hammer to the fly and put it in the aderondack chowder,now he sits on the plank with leadcore wraped abound his feet doomed to loose it all like the cheeting raiders...then he grabed longline swung into the vast seas ill find that greese dipping dog some day and ill run em through,,ut oh here comes the security guard gotta go..

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I really think you should talk like that all the time Ray. That way no one picks on you about your spelling. It fits you perfecf mate

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