
Not that there’s anything wrong with that, me hearties, but if ye wants the real bilge, the down-low, the scuttlebutt, have a shuftie over at ectoplasmosis.
“And we sail and we sail and we never see land, just the rum in the bottle and a pipe in my hand…”

Not that there’s anything wrong with that, me hearties, but if ye wants the real bilge, the down-low, the scuttlebutt, have a shuftie over at ectoplasmosis.
why would the guy be gay? because of his walk? his talk? why can’t we all just be who we are? maybe a bit different (thank god), maybe a bit queer? so what? We’re men and what we like is different. I like fish for breakfast. does it make me strange? Probably it does for those you prefere cornflakes. But still: so what?