Your booty shivers me timbers... arrrrr
Welly, this one is for you. I'm currently reading the book The Pirates! In an adventure with Scientists: A Novel, by Gideon Defoe. Let's just get this out of the way up front: If Gideon ever finds himself reading this blog, let's go have a pint post haste! He is absolutely cracking me up more than any book I've read in a long, long time. Fucked up, witty, tea in china humor is the kind of humor I mesh well with. Let's get drunk and mumble a lot. It'll be more fun than a gaggle of pirates shantying in the native moonlight around a roasting ham. Arrrrrrrrgh.
So... people who need to read this book: Prakope, Welly, lno and I'd name Keira too, but she's too busy burying her face in the Satanic Bible at the moment to come up for air. And pirate booty. pLarge, you too when you get a free moment. Don't wait another second - just do the damn thang.
Ok, back to my booty....
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ha-harrr! Shiver me timbers, that looks right up me street and no mistake! Splice the mainbrace, me hearties, 'tis a storm a-brewin' an' there's no time for slackin' or ye'll walk the plank! Ha-harrr! Let's bring 'er home afore the sun sets, and there'll be grog for all of ye, and more curvy wenches than ye ever did see the likes of before! Hard astern, maties!!
That's the spirit!
Can I have a cutlass too? And a parrot? I want a bright, colorful parrot that will insult the other pirates.
Ha-harrr, ye scurvy landlubber, ye'd be askin' Black Jack Wellington, the blackest hearted old seadog ever to sail the Seven Seas, for a cutlass now, would ye? Well, there's one up in the crow's nest, me hearty, if ye can climb up ta the top an' get it, it's yours fer the keepin'! Only the Capn' gets the parrot, though, and ye wouldn't be suggesting mutiny, would ye now?