‘Tis a delight to have a Booty of a Wench skippering this Furner. And to blazes with those Landlubbers who do not partake of ye prize. They should be beat with a Cat O' Nine Tails and Keelhauled for their ignorance.
I'll raise a pint of Grog to ye, Lassie, and wish you fair weather and fallowing seas and staying away from Davy Jones’ Locker.
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I would love to have a mid-life crisis but I don't have time.If someone had told me I would be raising a 9 year old joke cracking/question asking/chocolate milk slurping/whirling dervish/boy at my tender age of 57 I would have given them the "have you gone mad?" look and asked for extra olives in my martini.But I can't and I am so I won't.Welcome to my world.
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Gargh, Matey!
Ahoy, Miss Peg me Lass,
‘Tis a delight to have a Booty of a Wench skippering this Furner. And to blazes with those Landlubbers who do not partake of ye prize. They should be beat with a Cat O' Nine Tails and Keelhauled for their ignorance.
I'll raise a pint of Grog to ye, Lassie, and wish you fair weather and fallowing seas and staying away from Davy Jones’ Locker.
Ye Mate, thar, Coffeypot
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