2005-09-19

Maybe today she'll run into Arrrrr!

Avast me hearties, 'tis a glorious nineteenth of September!

Yesterday, the wee she-demon had a mysterious force guidin' her steps to take her out of the path of that scurvy dog B.

But the powers o' good are doin' little fer her obsession with M. That bilge rat has made an indelible impression on her mind and there's no laser will remove it. Reminds me of a problem I've had. Fer what seemed like good reasons at the time, I had a fella tattoo the name "Abigail" on me forearm. Two days later, didn't the heartless wench run off with an infantry man!

I can tell ye, having a lassie's name tattooed on yer forearm makes it hard to win the affections of another maid. So I went to another fella. This one, much more skilled with th' ink an th' needle. He turned the name of that disloyal Abigail into a fine portrait of me true love, the good ship Vendetta.

The moral o' this story? If ye're covering up one tattoo with another, ye need a skilled artist t' do the new tattoo.

17 comments:

6th Apostle said...

Arrr. She be puttin' the peaches to Davy Jones' locker. The She-Demon ought to do the same with all of them lily-liver, sissy-pants commentators. Make them walk the plank, I say. And maybe Musie ought to put her comments back up, too. We got the Jolly Roger flyin' o'er. We'll go broadsides with any scoundrel that can't connect the dots. Arrr. We made quick work of the Anonymous Pool Guy, and my cutlass is ready for anyone else. Arrr. Arrr.

Whew. That was good therapy on a Monday morning.

Conch Shell said...

Shiver me timbers, it's pirate day. And a top of the day to all me fellow buccanneers. And arrrrr, arrrrr, arrrrr.

coyote said...

Oh, what the hell: Arrrr-oooo!

6th Apostle said...

I hope Dwarfie has loaded enough grog on the Vendetta for the nights celebrations. Arrr. I'd invite the Musie, but I couldn't trust meself in her presence. Arrr. She be lookin' to take on a new lover and all, and I've been out to seas too long (if ye get my drift). Arrr.

4th Dwarf said...

Arr, Nate, don't be hoisting yer sails before the wind starts a-blowing.

posted by 5th Muse @ Saturday, September 17, 2005: I guess I shouldn't be going out at all.

And are ye sayin' yer vow of chastity were thrust upon ye?

6th Apostle said...

Arrr. You be too observant there, Dwarfie. I may have to move over to this scurvy dog's blog if them westerlies don't come over the horizon anytime soon.

Agatha said...

Arrrrr!!!! Ouch -- that hurt me bandaged face!

6th Apostle said...

Arrr!! Aggie, you'll soon be a site fer cold eyes I'm sure. Even only seein' yer one eye inspires me Jolly Roger. Oh, pardon me manners, Aggie, I must be thinkin' out loud again.

The Independent Observer said...

Ahh, 'tis nothin' like Pirate Day to put the arrr in the Independent Observ-arrr! Batten down the hatches, maties, we's in fer a most glorious time in raisin' our mugs to the three most important things t' any plunderer worth 'is sea salt: drinkin', pillagin' and sensible footwear! Arrr!

Conch Shell said...

I'm waiting to join that pirate ship, maties. Come collect me.

6th Apostle said...

Arrr, be still Conchie. We got a few more barrels of grog to load up before we take ye on board.

Conch Shell said...

The winds are picking up . . . Ahhh, I can't speak pirate talk, I'm so sick, all this grog and rocking on the Vendetta. Ohhh, groan. I'm sea sick, and the Dwarf keeps trying to rip off my shell, and Agatha is no use whatsoever, I don't know where she is. Muttering on about Bob probably. Oh, oh, oh, these waves are too much. Coyote keeps howling . . . oh man. . . I'm going to jump.

Agatha said...

Arrr!! Over here, Conch Shell. Just had to lean over the bow for a wee spell... Feeling much better now. Thank goodness, Bob can't see me in this state. I'm a sight!

4th Dwarf said...

Arr, calm down lassies, tis just a wee blow.

I be goin below to catch a few winks.

Keep a weather eye on the compass and the wind guage, Coyote.

coyote said...

Okay, Dwarf. But d'you know how hard it is to find your sea legs when you've got twice as many as everybody else? And, hey, why did the cook stagger down into the scuppers after he catered the canapes?

coyote said...

So... Dwarf? Where the hell are ya? What does it mean when the compass thingy is dizzier than I am, and that wind gauge doodad has blown outta the rigging? Dwarf? Short guy? You awake? You even there?

The Independent Observer said...

Lo, upon the horizon... Methinks I spot Siren. Let us chart a course towards her!