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Ahoy, Mateys! ‘Tis a brand new year. Again! Sometimes, when I sit in my cabin at night sanding down the splinters in my peg leg, I wonder how time flies so quickly. One day, yer a young whipper snapper and
Lads! As yer Cap’n writes this, I be just days away from me birthday. Not sure why we celebrate this day. Who wants to be a year older? Let’s face it, with the exception of the ultra-rich and the globalist
Ahoy, Mateys! Last year, the Cap’n opined – after all, he loves opining – on the perfect stocking stuffers for yer best asset. The Cap’n got many messages in a bottle from lads (and even some lassies) who appreciated his
Ahoy, Mateys! ‘Tis the season… again. The season when yer most likely freezin’ yer tail off and dreamin’ of summer. When yer bemoanin’ the lack of sun and suddenly understand why the old Celts worshipped that glowin’ orb. In other
Ahoy, lads! Cap’n Jim here to share with ye what we’ve been up to the last few weeks. We received an “invitation” from a certain ‘Lord Mayor’ in a sleepy Irish seaside town that shall go unnamed. A cunning,
Ahoy, Mateys! Today, let’s talk not of the beauty of the beard, but how ye can ruin said beauty. Not that we’d ever do it on purpose. But sometimes even a mighty buccaneer makes mistakes. Let’s start with an all-too-obvious
