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On the coast of Fistfuck, NC (which has a coast because say so) the good ship Syphilitic Lady under the command of Captain Gruntass has come on a mission of love.
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| ARRR! First Matey McBreasts, how goes this here pleasurin' cruise? | |
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| About as you'd expect on a ship full of itchy prostitutes and sexual deviants sir. Oddly mellow with an musty undercurrent of danger. I don't hold out much hope for our success . . . | |
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| We WILL be succeedin in our mission of love! I feel it in me nut! | |
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| . . .I think that's the crabs, sir. | |
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But NO! Even now on the forward decks, a love connection that could only happen on a crazy summer night on a floating whorehouse is taking place . . .
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| . . .so that's the secret? Cornholing and gingerbread men? | |
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| RRARRR! No! Gingerbread men, THEN cornholing! | |
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