beagle wrote:Dear Auntie Blackbeard,
Yarr, Many moons ago, arter a special good party, I's dropped a few swabs off on a little island miles from anywhere. When I sobered up, I's forgot all about them. Now they's bred like rabbits and there are billions of the blighters, asking awkard questions about where they came from. Should's I tell em it were all a joke, or leave 'em to get on with it?
Arrr! Oi reckons thar might be some o' 'em thats might not be so bad. Perraps ye should be takin' them ones off t' a nicer island where they don't 'ave t' be puttin' up with all the bilge-rats. (If ye be feelin' especially kind, ye could be providin' a beer volcano on that thar new island...Hallelujarrr!)