Today be t’ day we all look towards though’t the year. It be TLPD 2013. Argh!
Me buckos and I be using th’ fair winds to scourge the land for booty, but I must heave to and tell ya a tale that be fitting to be told.
Forget ye not, the ol’ buccaneer that let th’ scallywags cleave him to the brisket and hang ‘im from the yardarm. He be doing this fer you, and ye be just a scurvy dog yeselve. This be worth more than bags of doubloons.
But now ye be shipshape. Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen!
1 Peter 2:24 “He hisself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die t’ sins ‘n live fer righteousness; “by his wounds ye ‘ave been healed.”