Ever since the Pirates movie series, the babes have gone wild over us swashbuckler types. There is nothing like the rustling of paper as the trade winds scurt over my flaxen hair. Why even bother leaving the country when you can catch a ride on the Sax love gondola. There is nothing like a flotilla of hot babes sailing through the narrow straights of the San Antonio river channel as a gaggle of Roto-Rooter convention studs gather to cheer and voice their approval of my posse. So, climb aboard next time you see this love god fore' the mast and help me shiver my timber,
Se Sez Sax...
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