Ahoy, me hearties! Greetings from The Anchor Pub n' Grill in Beverly, Massachusetts where ye rascals, pirates n' whores can find the finest grub and grog 'til yer 3 sheets to the wind. Aye, yer eyes do deceive you; the name's Cap'n Pegleg, o' course, not Heather Mills, though we arrrgh distant cousins we arrrrrgghh. Aye, me new job sucks riding this wall as a mural flanked by a 50 lb mounted lobster, Budweiser signs n' Red Sox memorabilia, and me miss me parrot me do. No life fer a man o'de sea, but the wenches and yo ho ho bottles o rum n' coke be close, aye. Ahoy, salty dogs--try the haddock! And don't be spendin' all ye doubloons on ye Quick Draw. Garrrgh.Aye, tell someone where to stick their hook Pirate style!
5 comments:
you did a good job there talking like a pirate, matie.
Aarrrgghh. Ye call that a harbor, do ye? 27% water? Tis nearly a puddle. A pirate like ye should set sail to Gloucester. Ye can take a duck ride and set yer good-eye upon a cat-fight at Ye Olde Timer's Tavern. Aarrgghh.
He needs an eye patch like NewBlueBaby.
that is too funny, haha
Ahoy, this is why Me read Two Can Anne e'eryday. Aye.
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