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Blarrrg, Matey!
Sep. 19th, 2009 12:37 pmArr, me ’earties! I welcome ye to the latest iteration of me birthday—Talk Like A Pirate With A Heavy Cold Day!
It’s makin’ it a might hard to swash and buckle, so I’ll just be here in me hammock down below, sneezin’ enough to make me own bilgewater.
Oh, and in true pirate fashion, I’m going to be bad and not even bother catching up with the days I missed on my f-list! If anything earth-shaking has happened—you dug up a giant chest of ill-gotten gold and jewels,* or you captured a merchant vessel, or you got eaten by a kraken—you’ll have to let me know.
Arr, Scurvily,
Bloody Rose McCoy
*Although frankly I’d trade it all for a chest of old-school Nyquil.
It’s makin’ it a might hard to swash and buckle, so I’ll just be here in me hammock down below, sneezin’ enough to make me own bilgewater.
Oh, and in true pirate fashion, I’m going to be bad and not even bother catching up with the days I missed on my f-list! If anything earth-shaking has happened—you dug up a giant chest of ill-gotten gold and jewels,* or you captured a merchant vessel, or you got eaten by a kraken—you’ll have to let me know.
Arr, Scurvily,
Bloody Rose McCoy
*Although frankly I’d trade it all for a chest of old-school Nyquil.
