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Durty Mick Moon

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  1. Nice handle there, Durty Mick Moon!  So good ta have another Irishman amongst the crowd!  Irish Whiskey, ye say - how about a bit o' Irish Cream?  I loves a tankard full now and then :ph34r:   Welcome to the pub, lad -(*big hug*)  now tell me a bit more about yerself befores we tets ta dancin~

    Well, I be still learnin the ropes here but I’m a quick study….not quite smart as paint as ol’ Long John would say. Still workin on the profile stuff. I’ve applied with the Port Royal Privateers…..might ye be affiliated? I careened into their site at the Ojai Faire Saturday this past and chatted with a nice gal name of Karen and her rat. Also won me at auction one soaked rum cake…..so soaked in fact that later with me mates we used matches to see if we could light the vapors emanating from it. Who ‘ere be the baker o that rum cake is a cook after me own heart…..the cake was gone in minutes (with a squeeze of lime) and so was me worries….anyhow, much appreciation for the warm welcomes….. :ph34r::ph34r:

  2. Another brother from the other coast eh? Well matey welcomes aboard indeed good ta haves ye and me feels goodly fer saying the man o'er there ahind the bar well he be Ray nice old seadog but very good at his duties. Like this, watch! (turns me head to address the keep) Ray I believe I'll have me a pint o Guinness on this here new shipmate Mr. Durty Mick Moon. See there it weren't so bad were it? Oh! ye say ye knows 'im well then welcomes aboard matey! (holdin me chin) Ya looks familiar ye does........ Have we ever posted bail at the same time?????

    Aye, Diego, all things be possible in this world. I remember a scuffle once awhile ago…..I just pulled in port, it was a wild night in some rowdy tavern, where’s I don’t remember….there was a lass with a smile that would strike lighting to yer heart…how was I to know twas her very spouse watchin’ from the other end of the bar…..when I opened me eyes again it were daylight and I were chewin dust on the floor of the cell next to another brother out like a light, lookin’ up at a pair a boots telling me I can goes now, I’ve been bailed, but watch who yer tryin to pinch next time, they says…….arrrrrrr….so we may have crossed paths….just take care when you pinch a wench….I be postin a picture soon and you can tell if ye seen this face…..

  3. Aye, What place is this I’ve stumbled upon? I been wanderin’ a vast wasteland of cyberspace, always with an eye out for a nice comfy tavern with friendly folk and the sweet scent of draught Guinness in the air. Have ye all room for one more? As I lurked a bit in the shadows I sees there’s others of me same ilk so let’s me step into the dim light and show me self. As I talk I must buy rounds for all ye. Line em up Mister Ray if you please. And when your glass is empty I’ll buy another as we know one’s not enough and there’s tales to tell. I goes by the moniker of Mick Moon and I be new in these parts so be patient with an ol’ pyrate workin’ on his wobbly sea legs. Ye can see I be a wordy one.....I hail from the port of Santa Barbara. Me mates knows me to be an easy goin sort with a bit o’ the Irish passion and an intermittent taste for the Irish Whiskey Jameson’s. But I always got a thirst for a pint o’ Guinness (we knows the best don’t we Mister Santana de la Vega, Sir). And I likes me rum dark. In time I be sharin’ more once me eyes come uncrossed and I can better think how to figure this contraption out, arrrrr….so all hail ye, ye most motley grinnin’ members of the brethren. I sees there’s jolly pyrates and saucy wenches. As me uncle once told me, Beware of a woman with much wit, but beware even more a woman with the sparkle of wit in her eyes matched only by the whole pleasin’ sight of her. Ye knows who ye are. I’ll tries and keep up with ye repartee . So drink up mates and let’s hear a song and have a jig or two. I hears there be table dancin’ the likes not seen on heaven or earth. But me ol’ eyes tear up at the sad sounds of a flute and fiddle. For me, I sings alone in the bath at night with a bottle ‘tween me knees so’s not to scare off neighbors (Durty don’t refer to me hygiene, wink wink). Cheers all :(

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