Soooooo.....ye been telling tales have we... ....making theeze fancy folks theenk your wench gone missing......You get your pirates butt home meester and dont forget to breeng the bread .....I'll geeve thee your wench is missing alright ....Out cavorting on the beach in that reedeklious outfit....and for Gawdssake ....where'de ye be putting your hair now......cant keep a theeng theeze man o mine .......and that plastic sword aint be foolin no one.... ye hear me now get moving.....and dont be theeking I deednt see you in the hotsprings with that Da Vinci's woman last night ....I've got eyes in the back of my head ye know ....
I go a great distance,while some are considering whether they will start today or tomorrow
I tell ye no tales wench… I knows where me lass be… but I keeps it to meself! I bring the bread and fishes too, when I be employed… I even warsh and stitch me own Capri pants! And me real sword is in the shop fer repairs after carving some lubbers innards and chipping it on his bones during the bludgerin’ you spicy nit-picker – This be me backup sword for pictures only! And never you mind about the hotsprings… it’s a pirates prerogative to hide the booty… You’ve made me laugh so heartily I’ve spilled me rum! AARRRRRRR!!!!
Methinks Capt'n Feathersword be tipping his bottle of XXX muchly, if hes be thinking on scraping the barnacles off of me rudder. I's just be shivering his timbers to gets the location of his booty.
When ole' Zestypants coughs up what I be wantin' to know......it's off to Davie Jones Locker with him....and we bes hoisting the Jolly Roger and sailing a fine wind to find your Captain Jack.
Yaaarrr Mateys..... if ye besneakin ye a bit o me grog and a groppin wit the wenches..ye may be a meetin the cat o nine tails as ye grasp the mainsil mast...Yarrrr
An have ye noticed the wench that calls herslf the Gypsy is 'bout to spill out o' her cover? Hmmmmm? me tinks i'll get meself a mug o' grog an take anuter sightin' Yarrrr!
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
Dat be a mitey weak Arrr der Jimmy me boy...and Just Mona Licious the wench of the grog keg is showin ye a bit o' skin....YYYAAARRRR
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart.
Dat be a mitey weak Arrr der Jimmy me boy...and Just Mona Licious the wench of the grog keg is showin ye a bit o' skin....YYYAAARRRR
Dont ye be jumping in here trying to save yer matey Zestypants....Back to the galley with ye ...The only grog you'll be getting is cooking wine....Now off with ye and where did that Captain Jeffro the skallywag take off too....run like the dickens he did at the first site of skin and sass!
Me and the Monaliscious hereby take command of these waters
I go a great distance,while some are considering whether they will start today or tomorrow
Dat be a mitey weak Arrr der Jimmy me boy...and Just Mona Licious the wench of the grog keg is showin ye a bit o' skin....YYYAAARRRR
Aye Matey... the sight stole me breath and I was weakened but fer a moment!
Avast! The lass doth make me want to sheth me sword! Aye - I shall dowse me self in cold beer... she shivered me timers when she called me Capt'n Feathersword! If not fer me Muskets, Women, Grog, and Dubloons I'd be 'er cabin boy fer sure... arrrrr...
I needs no savin' from the lass's... arrrr..as long as they keeps a posting the pics! LMAO... I mean... harrrrrr!!!
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Originally Posted by SHERMANVILLE ILLINOIS
