Avast ye land lubbers!
September 19th has blown ashore and drifted away yet again, and once agin the world was a talkin' like we pirates do. It dawned a great good glorious day on the planet, and all sails were up fer the big doo. Piratical shenanigans and bad behavior was the order of the day, and scurvy pirates could be viewed anywhere ye looked. This old sea dog took great grand pleasure in the looks he got from fellow sailors on the I-88 shippin' lanes when he passed them in full pirate gear. The Mad Pyrate was on his way, pirate wench in tow, to be on the new fangled contraption called telly vizshun. 'Course the Harbor Master in the News Channel 34 port o call was a scurvy tyrant who common-deered our crew and parrot, and made us sing fer our supper grub. Before it was over, and the dust settled in the mall hall, we'd stuck the weather mate with a pirate pin and had a great grand jolly laugh on him and all the Susquehanna Pirate roamin' area.
Breaking free o the lines tetherin' us to 34's dock, our ship sailed a few leagues to the east and tied up at Delgado's Cafe for a right piratical feast. Grog flow'd like sea water, and soon the Pirates were feelin' no pain. Much singin' and merriment was shared by the crew and various shanghai'd townfolk, and $200.00 in gold and silver pieces were plundered from the gathered merry makers. The entire pile of booty went to a breast cancer charity called "Traci's Hope". A right worthy cause headed up by the late Traci's clan to help other folks in need of support during their bouts with the dreaded disease.
Batten down yer hatches, and man the guns! Keep sailin' with the wind at yer back 'til next September 19th, when we'll do it all over again, only better! Arrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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