Shipwreck John

a picture from a fishing trip I went on last year. when I reached the mouth of the crreek....all the water was gone! you can see the crab trap on the left and there are two oyster bars on the right. if you look behind the crab trap you can see the waterline is another 50 yards back.. needless to say I came home empty handed that day!

Congradulations

trying to get this stupid wireless router to connect to my laptop

Welcome Lass

Grand to have ye aboard

^ no can't say that I have it. < Had inventory at work today. What a drag. still have two more days of counting. Blah V What do hate the most about your job?

Puff the Magic Dragon, who lives be the Sea

Welcome aboard Mr Savage

Easter

looks like an armadillo skeleton to me.

Happy Birthday Luv!!

A nice big 2 inch thick T-bone and and a hefty salad to go along with it!!

Good job on removing the sign Captain!!

Thanks for the ship mate, It be better transportation then me rowboat

Flynn staggered home very late after another evening with his drinking buddy, Paddy. He took off his shoes to avoid waking his wife, Mary. He tiptoed as quietly as he could toward the stairs leading to their upstairs bedroom, but misjudged the bottom step. As he caught himself by grabbing the banister, his body swung around and he landed heavily on his rump. A whiskey bottle in each back pocket broke and made the landing especially painful. Managing not to yell, Flynn sprung up, pulled down his pants, and looked in the hall mirror to see that his butt cheeks were cut and bleeding. He managed to quietly find a full box of Band-Aids and began putting a Band-Aid as best he could on each place he saw blood. He then hid the now almost empty Band-Aid box and shuffled and stumbled his way to bed. In the morning, Flynn woke up with searing pain in both his head and butt and Mary staring at him from across the room. She said, "You were drunk again last night weren't you?" Flynn said, "Why you say such a mean thing?" "Well," Mary said, "it could be the open front door, it could be the broken glass at the bottom of the stairs, it could be the drops of blood trailing through the house, it could be your bloodshot eyes, but mostly.....it's all those Band-Aids stuck on the hall mirror.

the last of the Spagetti Bake.... Gots to make more!!! of course we have our Guinness to wash it down!!

Patience- Guns and Roses

Alas, Tis was worth the try. :)

Your'e a fine kisser to be sure. May I have another?

Thanks sweetheart!!!!

Your'e Most welcome my Dear!

I'll the first!! here's to Ye, Lady Barbossa and RumbaRue too. And the rest of the scurvy dogs aboard!!!

Spagetti with mushrooms and cheese, mmmmm!!