. . the cruise ship that earlier this week unceremoniously dumped all the pasengers, lobster tails and martinis into the port side scuppers and continued on its way? Cool.
I bellied up to the sandbar, and he poured me the usual: Rusty Snail, hold the grunion, shaken, not stirred. With a peanut butter and jellyfish sandwich on the side - heavy on the mako.
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