Pirates!

I'm late. I know, and I'm sorry. It's something I'm trying to solve, but I can't help it. I'm one of those people genetically programmed to always arrive late. And my Latin blood makes the rest. My friends are aware about it and they just accept it. They know that probably, they will have to wait for me. So now, we directly meet into the pub, where the cold weather is not so cold, and dangers are instead of getting too hot.However, arriving late makes me lose something sometimes. Arriving late to the blogosphere made me lose the American presidential campaign -nowadays, if you lost it as well, here is a good two minutes resume- or what some people...

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