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Obediah
Mohicanland Statesman
USA
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August 16 2006
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Wilderness Woman
Watcher of the Wood
USA
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November 27 2002
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 Posted - September 19 2006 : 1:13:12 PM
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Yes, we have had great fun with this day, and that site, in the past. There are other threads here somewhere about it.
I discovered it about 3 years ago, and the announcer on my local PBS radio station mentioned it this morning. In fact, he played the Overture to Gilbert & Sullivan's operetta "Pirates of Penzance" again, as he always does on this day.
A-a-a-r-r-r-r, Matey! It be a rollickin' great time, for sartin! |
"It is more deeply stirring to my blood than any imaginings could possibly have been." |
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Seamus
Guardian of Heaven's Gate
USA
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May 19 2002
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Posted - September 19 2006 : 2:09:10 PM
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In honour of the day:
A young man went into a tavern, and the only space open at the bar was next to a retired old Pirate; a fearsome-looking spectacle with a grizzled face, sun-faded, well-worn clothes, a patch on his eye, a peg leg and a hook in place of a hand. He was an intimidating sight, indeed. The lad swallowed his fears and slid in next to the Pirate and ordered a beer, sneaking glances at him as he drank.
Several beers later, he got brave and tapped the old Pirate on his arm. “What arrrrr it, Sonny?” asked the Pirate. “Well,” said the lad, “I was just wondering…….how did you lose your leg?”
“Well,” began the Pirate, “it was about farty years ago, it was, and we was sailing along the North African Coast, minding our own business when, all of a sudden, we was set upon by Barbary Pirates. They heard we had some gold aboard and they wanted it. They fired a broadside agin us and knocked down our masts. They came alongside and grappled up, then they came aboard howling like Banshees and swingin’ their cutlasses. I was a-swingin’ mine at one of ‘em and he was a-swingin’ his at me. I was doing awright, too, til I backed into one of them downed masts and I fell over backards and as I did, he lopped me damned leg off.”
“Wow!!!!!”, said the kid,........... “How’d you lose your hand??”
“Well, it was about twenty-fie years ago,” says the Pirate. “We was sailing along in the Carribbean, when suddenly we was beset by rum-runners off Jamaica. They heard we had gold and plunder aboard and they wanted it. They fired a broadside at us, and we answered it with one of our own. They fired another and knocked our masts down and they came alongside, grappled up and came aboard swinging their cutlasses and screaming like Banshees. I was a-swingin’ mine at one of ‘em and he was a-swingin’ his at me. I was doing awright, too, til I slipped in some blood on the deck, dropped me cutlass and as I did, he lopped me damned hand off.”
“WOW!!!!!!!!”, said the kid again,....... “How’d you lose your eye???”
“Well,” says the Pirate, “it wasn’t long after the Jamaica fight. We was sailing along the coast of Narth Carelina on calm seas. It was a beautiful sunny day, not a cloud in the sky, and as peaceful as I have ever knowed it to be. I looked up into the Heavens to give thanks to the Good Lard for such a beautiful day, and a seagull pooped in me eye, and I forgot I had me 'ook!”
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Life's journey is not to
arrive at the grave safely
in a well preserved body,
but rather to skid in sideways,
totally worn out, shouting
'...holy sh*t ...what a ride!'
~~Mavis Leyrer, Seattle
Seamus
~~Aim small, hit the b*****d right between the eyes!~~ |
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