Sarrrrrrrs, matey.
While travelling up California’s scenic coast, we stopped in tsnuami-wracked fishing town Crescent City. While playing with our food in a local restaurant, we overheard three fishermen talking about SARS for awhile and then we started to pick out the phrase “Sarrrrrrrrs, matey” being repeated amongst themselves. If you’re going to get a pirate macro from someone, it can’t be much better than someone who makes their living on the sea. The wiley, unforgiving, glassy, confusing sea. The sea.
– Jeff Stendec (June 1, 2005)
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