Friday, November 22, 2013

Jericho Jacques

Ladies, look at your man.
Now look at me.
Now look at your man.
Now back to me.  Sadly, he is not me.  But, if he were a half-breed pirate, took a shower in rose petals, sunshine and saltwater, dabbed a little burnt gunpowder behind his ears, he would still smell like envy of me.

They call me Jericho, because when i call, the ladies' walls come down.

What do i love most about being a pirate?  Well, the freedom, cannons and suave fashions are all very nice, but i'd have to say, i do it for the booty.

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