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March 16, 2012

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Jim

Hang his severed head under your bowsprit.

Figurehadedly speaking, of course.

Jim
Sunk New Dawn
Galveston, TX

Patriot Padre

There's letters seal'd: and my two schoolfellows,
Whom I will trust as I will adders fang'd,
They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way
And marshal me to knavery. Let it work;
For 'tis the sport to have the enginer
Hoist with his own petar; and 't shall go hard
But I will delve one yard below their mines
And blow them at the moon: O, 'tis most sweet,
When in one line two crafts directly meet.

Damn the torpedoes... full speed ahead Dog!

Gerry N.

If he claims to be alive when taken, remember how these libtards always lie about everything, whether it matters or not. Throw the carcass overboard anyway. There's no sense taking chances. Besides, it'll quit thrashing soon.

Gerry N.

Yabu

Go for it!!!

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