Hide the rum...

Davy Jones' Locker is a tad musty. And slimey and ughy and mushy and toadies of fun!

Having gotten that off my chest...I'd be warring aginst meself if I dint say Arrrrrrrrrr, matey! Yo ho ho ind ah battle o' rum! Bring the rum on! Ind wash yer poop decks, yuh scurvy rats!

Fer, a pirate's life this be...

Dear dear dear, Jack Sparrow. Cap'n.
Last halloween I dressed up as a hag. A ship-ly hag, not the witch-ly kind. Just as a tribute to your swaggering, poising, merry, comical and pansiest greatness. Currently, I am known as Cap'n Jill Sparrow in many circles, for I choose to malign myself with your indelible presence...

I love the way you run with your hands, a-flutter,
I love the way you consult the compass, ever questioningly,
I love the way you talk with your face, a-waver,
I love the way you arm your wheel, ever shammingly.

but mostly I love your passion of the rums.

"Why is the rum always gone?....Oh. That's why.."

and other pearls:

"Look, an undead monkey."
"Bugger"
"Save me"
"Wee-uniqy snip snip"

And who can forget..."My jar of dirt. Get your hands off my jar of dirt!"