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Hold down the Rum room... off to be a wizard.

C u n a.m

 

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Hold down the Rum room... off to be a wizard.

C u n a.m

Aye Cap'n!

 

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[WHADIFIND]

Dangerous waters Whadi! Dangerous...

How so...dangerous?

 

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How so...dangerous?

Females involved.
l.o.l..

 

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[WHADIFIND]

It is when you are 60. I mean maybe even 45 on up. Lol. Gosh! My 30’s are a blur. Not because of rum, but because I was working, going to college, taking kids back and forth to this practice or that game, volunteering at church. Oh and we had an exchange student, too. Always tried to do something exciting for her. I guess that’s why I am trying to do more hobbies.

Drinks are on WD!!!!!

 

[WHADIFIND]

Oh Sir WHADI, you are such a knightly man! I just know you were pressed into service.
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I must remind you that more than one pirate posted this song in reference to me

A blossom....by any other name...wouldst smell as sweet.

 

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[WHADIFIND]

Hold down the Rum room... off to be a wizard.

C u n a.m

Did he say take a whizz?

 

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Uncle Pen​

Bill Monroe
Oh, the people would come from far away
They danced all night 'til the break of day
When the caller hollered, "Do-se-do"
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing
He played an old piece he called 'Soldier's Joy'
And the one he called 'The Boston Boy'
The greatest of all was 'Jenny Lynn'
To me that's where the fiddle begins
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing
Oh I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
They knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing
Uncle Pen
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you
Songwriters: Bill Monroe. For non-commercial use only.

 

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Good morning TreasureNet Crew.

 

[pepperj]

Morning world

 

[Gulf Coast Pirate]

 

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That sign sucks..
Obviously some lame-o flounders screwed it up for everyone else.

 

[pepperj]

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Look there's a hole.....