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The Pirate

Dude never asked to be a pirate, Dude was just chilling, but given a chance at that status, of course he was willing. He found it a life to be quite distilling, with cannons, and swords, and an occasional schilling. Well one day his mates asked Dude what was wrong, and Dude said, "It's been months, since I've hit a bong.", picked up his guitar and sang them a song. "I'm stressing, I'm frieking, this life out at sea; It's time to set forth a monumental decree. This killing, this stealing, this life ain't fer' me, let's chill, and play music, and live peacefully. We'll drink, and we'll think, and we'll smoke lots of tree. We'll sail and spread Love, and grow easily; we'll live for the day, and in harmony." Well the mates huddled up, and broke out in form, and told Younkavich that they would conform. And their ship, which was sunk, sailed away from the storm.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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