Me main wench hath took the wind from me sails as she be failing to hire a teen-age wench to watch me mini-wenchette.
Me hopes me main wench brings the gold home from the poker game.
Back on the home front, me & me mini-wenchette had our own card game......but she went all-in on me poor soul meanin' she loaded her britches wit used salt-cod.............Arrrrrrgghhhhhhhh!!!! It be a good trick for plunderin....me hadda fold two kings.
Me gettin' woosey Mateys!!!
Excerpt from Robert Crais' "The Monkey's Raincoat:" "She took another microscopic bite of her sandwich, then pushed it away. Maybe she absorbed nutrients from her surroundings."
