When the begoggled buccaneer beckoned them within, the neighborhood manchildren had nary a notion that the jaundiced jack-tar was anything other than a fellow Halloweenie, having a wealful walk down Mummery Lane.
Truly toast they were, these mediocre meme minions, the mournful moment they touched toe on his poxy porch. Shanghaied, shaven, forced feminized, callously condemned to the life of a craven cabin boy (female) aboard a poz pirate's Ship of Thules, they may now only serve as a somber symbol to lumpish ladyboys who think to take sweeties from strangers.
Anchors Aweigh for the tredecimal testament of Tales from the Trough!
Tonight's Memetic Masquerades:
- No Humans Involved
- McCain's Ladder
- The Bottom Text Manifesto