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Bosscombat

May 28, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Garr! There be a change in the wind, says I

A pirate, drunken, rarely contemplates
showing off his new peg leg to his mates
but then he slips on a cutlass
that renders him nutless
and fucking useless on dates.

— Bosscombat, May 28, 2009

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17 years ago

Matty !~

ROTFLMFAO !!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE IT ....... PMSL !~ Seeya when you get here tonight Much love Jay-knee :P

17 years ago

LMAO

Now where the FUCK did I leave that damned cutlass. "Laws and rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" : Race

17 years ago

Arrrrhhhh....

that hurts to think about... lol.... Richard

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17 years ago

Hahahaha

What would we do without crude fathers who told us limericks? I had one, too! He would take some of my more "serious" work and make a limerick of it. A humbling and entertaining change of perspective.