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Aarrgh, me mateys. Put yer patch on. Swagger on the focsle. Make the landlubber walk the plank. Smoke dope. Git yerself a pegleg. Board yer ship and tern it all out.
Lol....yep. I used to spend my weekends at the gun range taking part in S.A.S.S matches until the local range closed and the nearest other one was over two hours away.
Now, y'all bard th' ship fer a voyage of pillaging. W'r gooin' t' tern the cannons in't weed pipes. W'r needin' a designated driver so we don't git in Dutch with th' aarrgh crown.
Ex Navy here. I've actually smoked dope in the forecastle of an aircraft carrier. But I'm willing to do it again if I can locate another AC in Michigan.
Arrrgh! Me parakeet resides on me shoulders as I contemplate the latest in new sailboats that I will never own. Perhaps I should live up to me rep and hijack one for a sea adventure.
I shared a joint with a buddy up inside the camera bay of a F-4 Phantom reconnaissance jet in our launch area with the torches lit and pilot and rso were sittin' in their seats waiting for me to clear them for t/o. This was at the Marine air base in Da Nang Viet Nam in 1969.
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