Stynky Tudor

While I was shooting at Captain Sterling, I missed and shot Mary Diamond instead.

I'm so glad you guys made it home safely! Thanks for checking in. And see guys, I'm not the only one lifting tankards. Hey Fayma, who’s tankard did you steal? Oh and are the pictures ready yet? How about now - have you uploaded them yet? Are they ready now? When will they be ready? I'm hungry - when can we eat?

The things you crazy kids can do with Adobe Photshop. . .

And I was just about to ask how your computer was doing. . . doh!

Thank you Sir. Simple answer. . . MEAD.

Well lets see, we had 8 bottles total I think. The first one Mission bought and then gave half away to Jessie when I stepped away from the table for a few seconds. . . ok minutes - whatever. The second bottle I stole from behind the counter. The third bottle I actually paid for. The next 3 bottles were purchased by various blurred faces of people as they walked by our growing hat-go-round game. . . I still can't figure out why people kept buying us mead exactly. Then Captain Jim muscled and stole a bottle from someone out in the courtyard and handed it to me - we promptly drank it back at camp. Sometime late into the night or early morning someone else dangled an unopened bottle that I was only too happy to help drink. . . I think that's it, does anyone know or remember different?

Ah no mate, sorry I can't even say that I know what it looks like.

It's not like I'm Robin Williams for Blackbeard's sake!

OH OOOH OH CAN I PULL THE TAPE! He's all yours Chrispy!!! Ouch! Maybe as an auction for next year PiP.

Now Captain Sterling, I take offense! Pyromaniac? . . . Well actually never mind, someone just explained the word to me and it fits. But Kleptomaniac - now that one I know and it be a bit of a harsh description of me. What I do is about injustice and the liberation and redistribution of riches, items of wealth. stynky--- you had smores without me?? my marshmallows are sad Aww, I'll be more than glad to toast your marshmallows Nell me darling.

Oh my stars and garters....the mead....the hat merry-go-round...THE MEAD! ("No, really, it's ALREADY FULL, STYNKY!!") Although, I do believe there has already been a photo put up in a certain blonde's photo bucket of Madd d'Dogge in a lovely bonnet... ("I swear by my pretty floral bonnet...I will end you") Deleting a major GABA receptor subunit equals increased inhibition in that neuron. . . Now don't go blaming any of this on me - I remember when I had my first drink - I think. Well, um, maybe I don't. But it's not like I be pouring stuff down your damn throats. . . Or did I? I can't remember.

DEAL! Oh. . . right, I gotchya. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge* - Know what ya mean. . . *whispering* Master Sterling, Your payment was received this evening last by your man courier, Robbie. He's taken position of said pistols, leaving this morning by horse back after a brief respite of tea and crumpets. . . alright then, hardtack and grog.

Happy Beerthday to ya - ya Bastid! I guess this means it's my turn ta buy the mead. . .

Um. . . who's belt am I wearing? But Mission my friend, those are some hilarious - goofball images! Thank you.

An All Women Cannon Team, now that's frick'n HOT!!!.

Happy Beerthday to ya Jim. . . Captain, Sir! Thanks again for helping out on the firing line.

?? Just because I stole the bottle of rum ye stole?? Well that and the girl I be flirting with. . . I mean ya could have left one of 'em behind. Damn... sorry there Stynky, things like that just happen.... All the time... Sorry Stynky, I know there's never enough RNR to go around...xoxo but what can I say Sterlings so blasted sexy grrrrrrr Aye but three time in one night. . . I never did get laid.

Oh and lets not forget - roasting marshmallows and eating smores as poor Captain Sterling's tent burned to the ground. . .

Hmmm... Lovely things, engraved sterling silver detail and butt caps, in a mahogany finished custom made red oak case, wrapped in buttery-soft chocolate deer hide? A perfect matched pair? Now, I wonder who those might belong to? Aye Gorgeous, um, I mean Mademoiselle, those be them and they belongs to me. . . You know what they say - position is seven eighths of a coin. I'm just about to sell the set on eBay for $20, I be need'n another bottle of mead, but Cascabel were just telling me that they be worth considerably more. So I thinks I'll double the price, that way I can get two bottles of mead. I'm not sure what to do with the box though. . . I'll probably just break it up and use it for firewood.

Bastid! Sterling I'll see you hang for that. . . . again.

When you guys rolled up to me from out of the dark like military guards at the gate, flashes of Alice in Wonderland came to mind. In my drunken stopper it took me a few to recover and fully comprehend and appreciate wtf - the joke. It was pure genius, hilarious and had me rolling several times throughout the evening when thinking about it. Thank you guys.

Hey what more do you want - you're already in me britches. I want to start a new tradition of getting a piece of clothing from you each year, then I can have a whole Stynky outfit First me pants, then the children, next thing ya know you'll be have'n the shirt right off me back. Now if you're going ta do that darling, I should probably be gett'n me back waxed first. . . . hows that for a turn off?

Be serious, it was a unisex hat. Actually I thought it would be sexy and attract chicks. But it didn't work very well - I always seemed to be around surrounded by a lot of guys. . . Damn! Maybe that's because it really was a girly hat. Actually, it's a bi-sexual hat. If you're wearing it and you want to get someone to have sex, you have to buy it. (Please to note: this joke is a lot funnier when told than written. It's also mostly only funny if you're drunk or have the mind of a 12 year old boy. (Which you should give back to the boy when you're done with it.)) I think I'm going to have to find me some more mead to figure this one out. . . maybe make some flash cards. Can someone please flowchart this so we can make sense of it after we've gotten drunk and sobered up again.