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Kaptin Kidd

What an advenchur sumhow we ended up with whiskee shots & mur beer fur qik stop pee brake on sum east lundun wet syde street & at the veree end veree strong 11% brew dog we wandurd around olde street lookin fur wild west dancin but no wilde west dancin the brew dog wuz not tastee but we mand it down and also cheezee chips helpt us holde the flaim that kick off with the pyrates reallee brought up the anchur for gud sailin well likt the georg we wur peaking at the georg all that chaucur & pickuld egg uh royal day today  I am sort uv zombee half my hed iz pots & panz & sumwun iz playin it with uh woodun spoon the island hopping advenchurz wuz all worth it


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