Captain Jacob Badger

(.....i'm all ears ms snow) .....meanwhile........ Alter boy

backache

....Nice

robbers..

swots

Damn...took to long....er.... students..

Abe.....normal

United states

Pop art...

cream of (is soup) tomato....

damn....took too long answerin' the tread.....er... courtroom theatrics...... legal farce.....there you go..

drippin' like wax

The Crushin' of birds I did here you say?, a mess it does make an' the blood it does stain, been told that the key is to wait till reveille an' blow all the little blighters away! :)

Stroke....stroke (in a long boat stylee!)

Wow !! ...that were stunnin'...hat orf t' ye.....tho it did crash about 3/4 of the way thro......well done...

I still do table top rp...and live rp when i can....but the playstations my main game flavour......kickin' arse on Gran turismo 4 at present..also likes playin' 'black Kat' ...just fer the sea battles....aye!

SPY...

What better place than 'ere lad.....

called

I was known as The Cap'n fer many a year, till me beard went a a strange colourin'.. As ye can see's by me profile....stripey.....black 'n white stripey...tsk!( aye 'tis a natural phenomenon). So ever since i's been refered t' as 'Badger'....thats me story of's me name....

Nought babble...nae enough said, says I.......tell uz m're of ye time in ye old blighty me dear.....when did ye move t' the amerikys?...'n why? Just curious 'tis all..

Prostratio!

There once was a ship called 'Jades Risc's', who's crew will be terribly missed, for they often did sleep, piled high in a heap, like thier Cap'n they were mostly quite pissed. 'tis nought the way to run a ship true, but it's really quite hard to find crew, who don't like the rum an' is kind to thier mum, an' who will work flat out fer free too! Now this little fables at an end, so think what you will my good friends, back into the mist, go's the Cap'n o' the Risc, with a laugh and a raised cup o' gold blend.

VODKA!

Arrr jack....that one was as old as me boots....heres another t' match it... One fine day, in the middle of the night. A fire broke out on the ocean. A blind man saw it, a deaf man heard it, and a dumb man phoned the fire brigade. The fire brigade came sailin', thier ship was powered by six black and white, red sails. They sailed over a dead cat and half killed it. That story was told by a thin fat Cap'n, sittin' at a square round table, eatin' currants from a plain bun... Not quite limerick styleeee...but hey.