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[angelophile]

Call me a miserable bastard, but I'm pretty sure that Talk Like a Pirate Day thing is a long way past its sell-by-date this year. Funny once, but now it's like Banquo not only turning up at the feast, but hanging around for cheese, port and a nice game of billiards as well.

Maybe I'm just crankly because my back's still hurting like a bastard and doesn't seem to be getting better. Not sure what to try. Deep Heat and ibuprophen cream don't seem to be touching it.

Still, at least I can cheer myself up with the Glengarry Glen Ross obscenity game. I got it right. Will you?