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 Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 1:49 pm
 Yarr!!! Who goes there? If ye be some scurvy seadog I'LL CUT OUT YER LIVER AND MAKE YE EA-...oh, 'tis just ye. Well, in that case, I won't cut out yer liver, but ye should be more careful in approaching such a fine specemin of piratey mischief as meself. I be the dread pirate Gingivere...well...maybe not so dread, at the moment, but just ye wait until I finds me a ship to sign on with...I'll be the terror of the seas, ye hear?! Oh, and this be me humble berth, since at the moment I have no ship. 'Tis not much, but I never claimed to be a Navy Seadog or a Landlubber as is wallowin' in dubloons, now did I? Anyhow, if yer ever in need of a messmate, just ye call on yer hearty The Dread Pirate Gingivere. Or the Not-Dread-Yet-But-Getting-Better Pirate Gingivere, whichever ye seem to think I be.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 1:54 pm
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Yarr! I be goin' to post me specifics here later.
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Posted: Wed May 11, 2005 1:57 pm
-Mates-Get yer scurvy mind outta the gutter! I mean hearties, messmates, fellow crewmembers. Ye'd think a tomcat could get a little more respect. Anyways, so far I has only one friend in this poor cruel world, me little matey Sandingomm. Mostly though, I calls 'er Sandin...her full name's a wee bit too mouthy, if ye catch me drift, and it's not much o' a pirate name anyway. She calls me Gin, if she calls me anythin' at all, which most o' the time she doesn't, since she hardly ever so much as opens 'er mouth. Gin suits me jus' fine, though I prefere grog or ale meself. Any scurvy seadog who so much as touches a hair on 'er head will have his liver torn out and served to 'im on a platter, courtesy o' yers truly. Ye have anythin' to say to these folks, Sandin?  Mmm...no' really Gin. 'M Sand'n, 'ats Gin, we're no' scurvy seadogs. 'M I done now Gin?Aye, I s'pose so Sandin, that was quite a long sentence for 'er ye know.
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Posted: Mon May 16, 2005 3:41 pm
Uhhh...I mean...Arr!!
So are ye bored yet me messmates? I know I be. So I be goin' to tell ye some terrible piratey jokes that'd scare a landlubber more'n any tale of murderous pirates or haunted ships.
What be a pirate's favorite letter?
Arrrr!!!!!
What be a pirate's favorite food?
A salad.
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Arrr!!!
or AspARRRagus I suppose.
So a pirate walks into a bar, and the bartender says:
"Hey there Lenny! (don't ask me why the pirate's name was Lenny, I dunno) How've you been doing? You've got a peg leg, a hook and an eyepatch-what've you been doing to yourself?
So the pirate says:
"Well, I got in a terrible fight with a shark, and before I had a chance to send 'im to Davey Jones' Locker, he bit me leg off. So I made me a peg leg."
Bartender says:
"Well, that's a shame, but where'd you get the hook?
Pirate says:
"I were in a fight to the death with another pirate, scurvy mutineer that he was. I did for 'im, but he cut me hand off in the process. So I got me a hook."
Bartender asks about the eyepatch.
"Well," (says the pirate) "I were standin' on the deck o' me ship, and all o' a sudden this bird flies by right above me, as I were lookin' up at the mast. And as this bird flies by, well...he...err...I got bird droppins in me eye."
Bartender says:
"Well, what happened to your eye? Why do you need the eyepatch?"
Says the pirate:
"Well, it were the first day with me hook..."
That be all for now, we'll not torture ye any more with this foolishness.
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