number 396!
397 cant you feel the energy building??
I was sad because I had no shoes, until I saw a snake with no legs.
- A Wally original.
398… oh yeah baby… give it to me good.
I was sad because I had no shoes, until I saw a snake with no legs.
- A Wally original.
399!! oh yeah! I cant hardly hold back…
400 posts!!! WOW!!! whooooo… ahhhh… hooooo…
I was sad because I had no shoes, until I saw a snake with no legs.
- A Wally original.
The sad part is I am thinking of changing my nick!
AVAST YE SCURVY MONGREL!! PREPARE TO HAVE YER TROLLISH THREAD HIJACKED!
Arrr! I be Cap’n Inky, blood-thirstiest pirate who ever be hijacking a thread! Me and my steely-eyed band of hardies be taking this post over! B’ossun, Lash that lice-ridden B_line scalawag to the quarter mast, for we shall be feeding this trolls sun bloated corpse to the squid!
Weigh anchor, hoist the mizzen mast and flibbity the gibbets, for we now be heading for the Coast of Barbary.
Arrr. Thought yer’self so clever with yer fancy 400th post, did ye? Well, such tactics never worked for Drake, and they’ve just bought you a one way trip to Davey Jones’ Locker!!
flibbity the gibbets?
Arrr! Dare ye make amusement of my pirate patois!?
Avast! You’ll soon taste the steely kiss of my cutlass! I’ll quartered ye and hang ye from the yard arm for the gulls to gobble!
Lord, you guys are gonna get me fired.
My boss passes by and I actually have tears in my eyes. I’m trying not to laugh. My teeth are clenched. There is a vein pulsating on my forehead.
“What’s the problem?” My boss asks.
“Flibberty the gibbets!” I burst out.
No, not fired. Committed.
Don’t laugh, Biggirl. You MUST remain calm. Take a deep breath. Concentrate. Do NOT think of the words “flibbity” “the” and “gibbets”.
Especially “gibbets”, that one’ll get you every time…
Alright ya mangie pirate… ya called me a troll and trolls me cants stands! Who invited ya to this one person party anywho… your invadin my personal property… and that I cant be a standin fer!!
So Im a gonna KEEL HULL ya land lubber!! and if ya dont know what KEEL HULLIN is my GREAT UNCA CECE once wrote a column bout such!!! Grrrr.
Avast! I’ll not be spoken down to by any knock-knee’d child of a leporous whore!
Have at ye! ‘Til take more than a can o’ spinach and a peppy theme song that appears out 'o nowhere when you eat it to skuttle tha likes 'o me!!
Now that you’ve changed your name Inky, are you only going to post with that pirate accent? I think it may hinder your credibility in GD just a tad.
Well shiver me timbers an’ splice me mainbrace ye miserable gang ay Barbarbary swabs.
We pirates talks in the present tense see cos we always does.
A mutiny is we havin then are we?
Backs off I says or the the cutlass is doin fer ye,ye lily-livered barnacles!
Cap’n Moderator is known for the cat’o’nine tales an’ don’t forgets that.
Yo ho ho and a bottle ay Auld Spicee!
Credability!?!
Arrr! The name of Pirate Inky sends shivers down the timbers of even the stoutest of seamen across these seven seas! Why, with my eye patch and my parrot Scabby Pete, simply laying eyes upon me figure has driven even war weathered sailors to despair! Arrr! Who needs credability?
Avast! I’m challanged from starboard to stern!
Well Cap’n Inky has never been known to back from a swashbuckle! One at a time or all at once, I’ll slit ye from sternum to gizzard, arrr!
swings in from upper deck Grrr…'Ol B_Line 'el stab out yer one eye within me rapier and feed it to my parrot Pettie, then im gonna send a whole swarm of termites to your pegged legg and uncover your swathed head to bear your baldness to the swabbies!! And i’m gonna get this all accomplised after I yo ho ho my rum and get 16 men (!) to stand on a dead mans chest!!!
Pirate Inky… I’s scoffs at your name!! Your nothin more then the leader of squid!
Bah! You scurvy fungal growth on Neptunes codpiece! You dare calls ME a mere leader of squids!
Ha! Your clumsy sword slash missed me entirely! And although you’ve managed to cut my parrot Scabby Pete from stem to stern, I suspect he’ll be right as rain tomarrow (I has seen chickens hurt worse than that get better)!
Yer ill conceved termite attack upon my wooden leg will come to nothing ye blighter, as my leg is carved of the purest formica (a bad case of Dutch Elm disease taught my the wisdom of save steps!) Arrrr !