A life on the open waves. Joe Glass Snakewards. Another tasty morsel proferred across the captain's table from Starbuck to Ahab as they gaze out the porthole at the watery swell. The rise and fall. The distant horizon The middle of January. It's surely all plain sailing from here until the flowers begin to sprout and bloomfor Spring.
Joe Glass meanwhile insists it seems that Punk's not dead and Snakewards. is chick a block with tasty new wave snacks. Don't start that talking I could talk all night! Thanks Darren. Every one's a winner!
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