Small Town Life

Here's an example of what I love about living in a small town:

Avast, ye scurvy dog!

• Does (do) your lady love(s) need a reminder of your constant, if unwashed, love?
• Does your parrot deserve an extravagant apology for your persistent insensitive allusions to her as "shoulder bling"?
• Do you need to disarm your equally toothless and limb-challenged adversary, thus granting yourself ample time to find the treasure conveniently marked with a big red X on the map you alone were lucky enough to find rolled up in a bottle that washed up on the beach where you were stranded when you double-crossed your boss?

*whew*

If you answered yes to any of the above questions, then you've struck gold, matey! Unhand that telescope and shiver your timbers on over to:

Jolly Roger's Flowers ~N~ More
Your One-Stop Shop for Booty and Plunder
(Minus the Messy Inconvenience of Maiming and Killing)

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