I woke up last and while stumbling down the companionway to get coffee, ran into a girl holding a rather large sea bird making an unholy noise. She asked me if I had a box. I told her I didn't even have a fucking mug of coffee and pushed past her. The bird tried to peck me.
The odd thing is that by the time I got my coffee, I completely forgot about this strange encounter. It wasn't until just a few minutes ago, I remembered meeting a bird in the hallway last night. I wonder if it's on the menu for lunch??
Somebody folded my laundry, we're out of pineapple and I miss my wife.
Peace
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I have spent long days without Mrs. Fyreman and it sure makes the time with her so frakkin precious.
Pineapple is good.....with rum
A girl? On a ship?
Sure-there are only 17, though. 10 hookers, 2 models, 4 Playboy bunnies and some chick with a bird.
Maybe you should be grateful. Most people require a shitload of LSD to have the experiences you are having on a regular basis... ;)
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