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Post by rockysigman on Sept 18, 2006 22:36:10 GMT -5
It's here!!!!!!!!  Me matey frag rendered me as a bilge rat. |
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Post by wayved on Sept 18, 2006 23:05:07 GMT -5
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Wheres me gold? My teeth be rotten YARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
WALK THE PLANK!
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Post by wayved on Sept 18, 2006 23:05:46 GMT -5
This is too good for words.
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Post by limitdeditionlayla on Sept 19, 2006 3:43:18 GMT -5
yaaaaarrrr - are wenches allowed on this thread? I've hidden some rum down the front of my dress, but it'll cost ya - three gold guineas!  |
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Post by limitdeditionlayla on Sept 19, 2006 4:18:34 GMT -5
I remember I was reading a book on pirates a while ago & there were several references to many of them having indulged in homosexual affairs.
Thats what you get when you ban wenches from your ships, you scurvy ole rumdogs. Your loss mateys
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Post by Fuzznuts on Sept 19, 2006 6:38:06 GMT -5
GAAAARRRRRR!!! It gets lonely out on the high seas! What's a scurvy dog to do? YAAARRRR!!!
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Post by Kensterberg on Sept 19, 2006 7:49:41 GMT -5
Avast yee maties! Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum ... Where's me peg-leg? Who took me bloody peg-leg? I'll have all yee scurvy dogs walkin' the plank if you don't give me back me leg!
Layla -- Here's six gold guineas, now let's get that rum! Yaaaaar!
(LMAO at Rocky's pic, and Layla, if that's you in there somewhere, you really are gorgeous!)
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Post by Thorngrub on Sept 19, 2006 9:52:39 GMT -5
Whatchee goan and givver twyce as much lad?! Avast ye! Ah don't recall her offer'n up her broadsides to ye! She be hornswagglin ye, ya scurvy hound of a rotten crew!
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Post by Thorngrub on Sept 19, 2006 9:54:09 GMT -5
She be freebootin ya, Picaroon !
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Post by strat-0 on Sept 19, 2006 10:16:16 GMT -5
Shiver me timbers, me scurvy sheep heads! Pass the grog afore ye feel the cold steel of me cutlass tickle yer ribs! Arrrrgh!
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Post by Kensterberg on Sept 19, 2006 10:16:34 GMT -5
Arrr, but the lass is a fine wench, ye scurvy dog! And besides, twas your gold I handed over to her. ;D
Now Layla, let's be gettin' down to business here ... come on into me cabin, lassie, and we'll be asearchin' for that rum! Arrrrr ...
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Post by Thorngrub on Sept 19, 2006 10:19:24 GMT -5
Any Jackabouts have some gruesome grimy grog fo' me around this swaggy?? Ye snivelin pack'o scurvy sprogs! Which son-of-a-biscuit-eater will be me hearty and offer up a bottle?
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Post by Thorngrub on Sept 19, 2006 10:23:25 GMT -5
Ye HOlzman, ya! You monkey pawed scallywag, ye! For that swipe off me belt pouch I'll have ya rid ye of a whole kegger of rum, ya squiffy ! Now roll it to tha poopdeck afore Capt Stratter makes ye walk tha plank !
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Post by strat-0 on Sept 19, 2006 10:32:24 GMT -5
Avast! The plank is too good for likes of that bilge rat! Haul 'im o're the keel and let 'im feel the barnacles across his back! Aye!
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Post by Fuzznuts on Sept 19, 2006 10:44:31 GMT -5
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