Dis stary start wid far a fi buys till ova de farm doin de (classic) fishin ting. De wata high dan de beach, so all us fishin out de traf. Bri-yan (Quin) ga de bes place a de en. Wan buy kech a kyatfish an we all looking wa appen, wen dung de traf come big load a feddas. To-tal suprise maan. Dey nak Bri-yan clean in de wata. Shite maan, dis big big trouble…dem wata full a perai an ting an ting maan, juss waitin fu food come dung de traf. We all terrify maan, an Bri-yan, he know he gyn die maan. All dem buys is hallerin an reachin a help, but Bri-yan don wait fa notin maan, him wakin an wata maan. He get out witout a sin-gle bite maan….dem fish juss as suprise as we. Eh-eh maan!
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Ya man, I dos member good. Dat bye Bri-yan he one luky bye. Bet he mummy doan no.
Oh ras man! Wit all dat fowl gut floatin’ rown, suprisin’ he not die from goady from swalwin’ de trench wata!
Skunt Bi (followed by teeth-sucking sound)
It’s apparently a good thing that your father won’t tell me what that means, Scott!
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