yar

arrrr, mateys. in search of the runner's booty, today my fleet of double masted sauconys sailed afar upon the high seas of hillsborough pavement; away upon the hilltops and beyond, to the edge of the known world and farther still. no distant shore awaited me, yar, avast, and dubloons. nay, though i ran for no less than 1 houaaaar and a harrrrrrf, i saw no end to my jourrrney.

water, everywhere, and not a drop of it to drink, nor rum, nor even tasty whisky. i run, i do, to atone for the sins of the week, be they grog, or booty, or carnitas, of which i had much this week, arrr. though me peg leg had its timbers shivered today, yar, i feel right ready to head into work for a good bit of pillage.

yarrr!!