You know what that title means? If you do...please tell me....since it aint mean shit when I stuck it up there....js. Its part of the moral of the story that you let unfold while little Jimmy didn't eat his food and the shit got cold....
Pirates. What? You expected fucking clowns? This isn't a circus people. Well, ok this IS a circus....but not that kind...so keep you dick out of the mashed potatoes. Well, at least until after I got my share of em ok? Just call that extra you leave...."Gravy" . Hopefully not brown gravy though...cause then you and your doctor may need a serious talk.
Ah life. Don't you love the fact you get to wake up everyday and smell the morning air....or the dew....maybe the night time when it's got the cut grass fragrance all around you? A privileged to be out here and have a job and a social life and some meaning! It's a blessing I tell ya!
Nothing to see here. Same old Saint, synthetic and all.