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I'm a nimbly bimbly weed smoking carazy nigga bent on world stonification. Get at me non bong addicted reefer lacking smokless faggots. Har har har look at the way me balls blow in the gusty sea breeze with the grace Of a seagull, don't ye be caught down wind cuz they be saltier than the briney depths, twice as damp, and three times as dark.
But lend me an ear ,ye smokless faggots and downtrodden bilge rats,
And I'll tell you the story of how I got my peg leg caught in the port hole of a mermaid, I will, if you catch my DRIFT. Aye it was on the longest night of the year... and I was sailing west from 74 latitude and 69 longitude on up to dead man persnikets island. Named that to scare away the weaklings and pole Fancy's it was. But an odd breeze blew thrue the hair on my exposed genitals... And carried with it the siren song of the horrid, sea... whore.
Unable to stop my drug addled mind from refusing pussy no matter what sorts of creature it was attached too, me and my crew took sail (upon the agreement they would get sloppy seconds you see) headed straight into the clutches of the ham wallet of the sea whore... Anyways lads, upon arrival my sea cucumber was at twice as much as half mast and ready to poke some seastar, if you catch my DRIFT. As I bound from the starboard side, fully erect, the sea whores sea star puckered at the sight of me mighty might, and as she bent over to except my bargain, I cut her head off and threw it to my men, "the rest is mine I said!" And began pillaging her village, if you catch my DRIFT. Swabbing her poopdeck, if you catch my DRIFT. banging on her aft side with my cannon balls, if you catch my DRIFT.
Oh aye, but her star fish was far to tight lads, sucked my balls in too im afraid. But the force of the vacume of space sucking me into her only made the final spout of sea spray all the more frothy and sweet... The next morning after the crew had finished with the severed head it took the lot to dislodge my DRIFTwood...
