I'll probably just end up tying up at Skeleton Wharf and getting sloshed with Capt. Kane.
I'm about worthless, but hell, somebody has to be.
It'll give me time to try to come up with some ideas for here later today.
Maybe something on a guy I call Keyser Soze.
Until then, "Here's to swimming with bow legged women"
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