save the manatees!
Pringles and Coke always taste better secondhand.
When you're little, the perfect girl is smart, funny, and beautiful. These days it's someone who can outbelch you and can have fun walking around a supermarket. Someone who'll sit on a car hood and talk about the secret lives of janitors while watching a storm roll in over the trees. A girl who takes it well when she gets kicked in the knee during a lightsaber fight and let's you put coupons for energy drinks in her bra if you pretend you're being sneaky. Yarr, but a rare breed they be. Rare as the sea is cruel and as magical as a pirate's legs are bowed. Some people call them mermaids, but I know better. Those are manatees and some swashbucklers like 'em all the same. No, these girls have legs...shapely-like ones.
Some people say too many of my journals say pirate or scurvy or yarr and some people have manatee fetishes. I wouldn't trust either type with a barnacle scraper...yarr.