Mom suggested the job fair. Nobody is hiring a one-handed man with a substance abuse problem. She never listens.
Hanging with the guys on the dock, sipping buckets of rum was my ambition.
Encountering a Talking Monkey is no surprise when your loaded.
The bet seemed a slam-dunk. No way a Monkey, Talking or not, could be on America’s Most Wanted. Losers lose though.
At least I have a job. Pirating on the seven seas and all. The fringe benefits ain’t bad—chicks can’t get enough ‘argh!’ and really go for gold. Still that Obamacare slices like a cold cutlass.
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