"Arrr, matey! Here be the scroll from yer mum, Pete! She be wishin' ye fair winds and no scurvy!"
2024-11-30
Arrr! In the year of our Lord, two thousand and eighteen, fair Penelope Hegseth be sendin' a missive to her scallywag son, who be swimmin' in the tempest of a divorce from his wench, Samantha. Aye, love be a treacherous sea, fraught with squalls and mutiny!
Ahoy there, me hearties! Gather 'round fer a tale o' the treacherous seas of family squabbles, where love be lost like a ship in a storm! In the year o' our Lord, 2018, the fair Penelope Hegseth, a crafty lass wit' a quill sharper than a cutlass, did send forth a missive to her own flesh and blood, her son, who found himself adrift in the choppy waters of a bitter divorce from his fair lady wife, Samantha.