“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard

Sunday, September 19, 2004

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Beach Trip: Epilouge (Talk Like a Pirate Day edition!)

Avast ye swabs! So this morning we get up, load the dingy, and against all good pirate sense we attempted to leave the beach.

All we had to do was get across the main drag in front of our lodgings, but we were thwarted by Shriners.

FUCK SHRINERS

Fuck them right in the poop-deck with those stupid fucking hats.

Anyways, because of the national fucking Shriner's day parade or whatever the fuck was going on, it took us half an hour just to get out of the goddamn parking lot.

I knew I shouldn't have left.

All things flow according to the will of Poseidon himself.

What landlubbin' fools we were to try and defy him.

But defy him we did and I now sit in Brian's quarters where I'm marooned for the next fortnight.

I've been caught with low sails in worse places, and for longer periods of time.

I'll be writin' more later.

Gotta go 'drain the wooden leg'.

Arrrrrghhhhh...


Oh yeah, FUCK SHRINERS.

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