Fear not, sailors of the easterly seas, for I shan’t steal your gold-plated booty.

As ladrone of loot a la anchovies, I am just a fair blue-footed booby! ; )

Each time I told her that she was my angel, she retorted in a manner quite pawky: “My dear, you are the honey-bunny for whom I have prayed and I am your lovely hawky!” ; )

“Oy, sir! Your cast are vanishing with the breeze, eloping past the realm of squirrels.”

“Will they congregate in a rainy gulch?”

“Or, will they merry in a grainy culch?”

“Pearls of wisdom suggest that unholding loves lost frees—up hope, an olive-juiced oyster.” ; )

Claude’s cold case, collective charts concerning creature’s craniometry, concluded Chondrichthyes connections, contradicting cetaceous classification. ; )

After an afternoon of wrestling with the ideas of either napping away the day or lapping up nature’s nourishment, the final call actually ended up being the dog-fall—that benched the debate by way of a rurally recumbent state. ; )