Yeah, right, like I’d venture into the wilds of Jawja!! Pfffft. Don’t flatter yourself, swampy!
I kid! I kid! You know that! You’re the only Doper I’ve dated, after all! And I must say I’m impressed that you saw thru my ruse, unless Rue said something on his postcard… hmmmmm…
Now look what you did, swampy - you made me kill this thread - it was at the bottom of page 2!!! Well, I shall thwart you. THWART, I say!
Rue, I think your idea for flavored M&Ms is a good one. You should send it to them. I’m not a big fan of raspberry, but I think chocolate cherry would be yummy! Drool-worthy, even!
Isn’t a thwart some part of a boat? Like one of the braces in the middle section? Does that mean you’re gonna take Swampy on a cruise? Man! That would be great, a cruise. It’s like a hotel you can’t leave and all the cheesecake you can ingest. What’s not to like about a cruise? And now (if you believe the commercials) they have climbing walls and stuff. I dn’t think the had climbing walls on the Love Boat. But after all that cheesecake, is a climbing wall a good idea? Really?
But I’ll meet you all on the Lido Deck and we can boogy-oogy-oogy the night away!
A cruise? Whee! What fun! We can dress like pirates and take over the ship! And everybody we think is dressed ugly we can make walk the plank! And I can make all the burly men feed me beer and cookies! (I can always work that in somehow. I am so clever!)
FCM all I did was go hmmmm… she asked for my address and then a postcard with a Pink (Lavender really) Fokker from Rue shows up in my mailbox. It didn’t take but five or six hours for me to figure that out! HAH! Saw right through that little ploy I did!
Wouldn’t a cruise be the best DopeFest? A whole mess of us trapped on a big boat with lots of food and shows and swimming pools and cruise directors and stuff! If I ever hit a big lottery, I’ll do that - I’ll charter a big boat and everyone can come and cruise.
Can we at least keel-haul the fashion victims? Not that any Dopers dress badly, of course, but maybe we could kidnap some people from the dock? Kidnapping is a very pirate-y thing to do.
Keel-hauling is just nasty! Ick. You people are vicious to the fashion challenged.
And yes, I take it personally. I’m not exactly known for my style. I think we should just mock people for their unrepentant ignorance, and pelt them with glurge till they beg for mercy. And we don’t let them have any cheesecake.
I don’t think pirateing, or pirateage, was everything people make it out to be. Do you have any idea what your shirt would look like after carrying a parrot around on your shoulder all day? And the smell! phew! And dancing on a dead man’s chest? That’s all well and good if he’s freshly killed, but when he starts to bloat up, you don’t want to go there!
I much prefer FCM’s style of pirateage, especially the cheesecake part. sings I want to sing and dance,
I want to sing and dance,
I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance.
Wear me silver buckled slippers and me tight, shiney pants,
I want to sing and dance!
[sub](Ray Stevens’ The Pirate Song)[/sub]
The trick is to put a stuffed parrot on your shoulder. Yes, that’s right, a dead parrot. A parrot that has ceased to be. An ex-parrot, if you prefer. A Norwegian Blue ex-parrot to be exact.
Where would the DopeBoat cruise to? I’m in favor of an Alaskan trip–the inside passage is beautiful and we woludn’t have to worry about getting hit on the head by any unexpectedly falling coconuts. (They don’t mention it in the travel ads, but it’s a big problem on those tropical island cruises. Really, it is. Would I lie to you about a life-threatening situation?) FairyChatMom, I can’t kiss Bumbazine, so I’m sending you a kiss so he can benefit indirectly.
You know what you get with the Alaskan Cruises? The threat of iceburgs. And you can bet they ain’t friendly iceburgs waiting to take us all to Greece neither. It’s those big, mean Titanic-wrecking iceburgs unless I miss my guess.
On the upside, we could all pretend to see whales while we eat the cheesecake. So there is that.
Hey! We could have the DopeCruise in a Super 8 off I-75. Or a Fairfield Inn if we want to be all up-scale. Pretend we’re on a boat while we pretend to see whales. And if we run low on cheesecake (You know what kind of cheesecake I like best? That Jell-O no bake stuff. I know it’s not “real” cheesecake, but it’s quick and easy.), we could always run out to the store and not have to wait til we dock or nuthin’.
It’s a perfect plan. As long as we’re near a liquor store. That delivers.
Hmmm… maybe I should look into this after the holidays…
Naw! Too much work. Someone else should look into it after the holidays. It might not rain so much that way.
-Rue. (off to st’rb’rd)
Now I have visions of Bumbazine in tight, shiney pants prancing around and eating cheesecake. I find it rather err… umm… stange, yet erotic at the same time.
Good idea Rue. We could decorate the meeting room at the Fairfield Inn (I’m all for upscale) like a cruise ship! We could use one of the walls for rock climbing. We could pretend to be seasick and puke out a window. (or maybe not… that’d be ick.)
The Dopeboat!
Exciting and New!
Come on board!
We’re expecting you!
-swampbear (off to the poop deck. well, the bathroom anyway)
Hey, guys, don’t forget that one of us has a boat. Of course, if there are more than 8 bodies aboard, it’s way too crowded, so maybe a pretend cruise at a sleezy motel would work. Not that I know anything about sleezy motels, except what I’ve read.
And I think Bumb would be a sight in shiney pants. That’s all I’m sayin’