On my stag do, we went to Devon, and we went fishing on a chartered boat.The chap who's boat it was was a good Devon lad, and thus had a strong accent, and a habit of squinting with one eye from staring into the sun.
He was, basically, only one step away from having a hook and an eye patch.
EDIT: And it's reminded me of the Pirate Car what I done back in the days before all this were internets:
(He was, basically, only one step away from having a hook and an eye patch.
EDIT: And it's reminded me of the Pirate Car what I done back in the days before all this were internets:
Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob,
Mon 19 Sep 2011, 12:26,
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