"Keep yer distance, matey! Don’t be closin’ in like a scallywag at me treasure! Arrr!"
2025-03-15
Arrr, on the fifth year o' this cursed Covid plague, we be ponderin' the oaths we took to change our lives and shipmates! Aye, perhaps we still be sailin' in those treacherous waters—who knows what the tide may bring, savvy? Avast, let the laughter flow like grog!
Avast ye hearties! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears as I spin ye a tale on the five-year mark o' that scurvy plague known as Covid! Aye, it be a time when we swore on our finest rum that life would ne'er be the same again. We promised to cherish our mates, hug 'em tight, and hold fast to our landlubber relationships. But lo and behold! Here we be, still quarrellin’ over who gets the last piece of hardtack!