Scotland was great. Beautiful country, friendlly people, sometimes good food, driving on the left(Aaaaaahhhh!).
Yes, sorry to say I'm only 17. I've tried all sorts of potions and chants to rid me of this condition, but nothing works. I've been 17 since around 1600. Remind me to tell everyone here about my formative years as a privateer on the Caribbean. Those were the days, smuggling in Trinidad and Puerto Bello, raiding the Spanish main, drinking and singing with Henry Morgan and his crew.
But now you can't raid a city without stirring up all sorts of law enforcement. And forget about smuggling, they've got dogs that can smell contraband a mile away. So I have to turn to the stock market to make me fortune. Aye, what a boring way to gather booty. No sailing, no screaming, no swordplay... *sigh* |
