Durty Mick Moon

now there ye all be goin' again makin' me cheeks burn ....where's that Christine and her damn fan....could someone be openin' a window fer ol' Mick, he be gettin' excited agin....

okay, now it's me own turn....hope ye haven't seen this one yet, if ye have, my apologies.... While riding one day, a cowboy met an Indian riding along with a dog and sheep and began a conversation. Cowboy: "Hey, nice dog you got there. Mind if I speak to him?" Indian: "Dog no talk." Cowboy: "Hey dog, how's it going?" Dog: "Doin' alright." Indian: Look of shock. Cowboy: "Is this Indian your owner?" pointing at the Indian. Dog: "Yep" Cowboy: "How does he treat you?" Dog: "Real good. He walks me twice a day, feeds me great food, and takes me to the lake once a week to play." Indian: Look of total disbelief. Cowboy: "Mind if I talk to your horse?" Indian: "Horse no talk." Cowboy: "Hey horse, how's it going?" Horse: "Cool." Indian: Extreme look of shock. Cowboy: "Is this your owner? " pointing at Indian Horse: "Yep" Cowboy: "How's he treat you?" Horse: "Pretty good, thanks for asking. He rides me regularly, brushes me down often, and keeps me in a shed to protect me." Indian: Total look of utter amazement. Cowboy: "Mind if I talk to your sheep?" Indian: "Sheep liar."

But all me thoughts is random .....

well, I be feelin' just absolutely bitchin', ta whomever cares....

OUCH!...now me tummy hurts....

Aye, it sounds like one hell of a good time....I like to hear all ye stories though it makes me sad I tweren't there with all ye such fine folks ye seem to be....that Scarlett sounds like a wild one, one o' these days ol' Mick'll catch up to ye though it seems the seasons of the faires is almost over till next Spring.....Escondido is unlikely for meself.....but I raise me glass to ye all, the spirit of the pyratical bretheren will bring us together one day, "here here, a pyrate's life for me!"

uh........okay, Einstein, I tried reading it, me eyes crossed over so I sez to meself.... "Mick, ye 'ol scalawag, ifin' ye gonna be reading that there kind a wordy stuff ye be needing more drink"....so after a couple o' Jameson's I tried agin.....uh.....damn, okay, meybe I needs another double shot......>hiccup<, 'scuse me.....E=MC2?....ye knows what chaos theory is?....what goes on inside me head tryin' to figure which way's up when I tries to get outta me bed in the morning

aye, and do ye have it hangin' on the ceiling o'er ye bed?

Wise words indeed Captain Jim :)

Avast...I almost forgot...I'm too dumb to be any o' those things 'cept "entertainer".....

Aye..."El Presidente Pyrate Petee".....thar is a sort o' ring to it....whoever can quit a habit like smokin' cigarettes has provin' hisself more n' any o' the scoundrels that be in charge there now....ye've got me vote....

Ahhh, Mister Shalaq, sir, ye certainly have a most eloquent mastery of the language....yer delicate, and might I add succint, way with words belays a most complex intellect at work.....an' I be buyin' yer next drink while waitin' with great anticipation for what further poetry may be 'bout to come tumblin' out.....(if thars too many syllables here for ye I might suggest www.dictionary.com)....here's to ye, mate

weird, spacey ethereal mysterious instrumental music such as might be on the sountrack to your late night dreams drifting through dark voids......

Ah, darlin'...why don't ye set yerself down next to ol' Mick here and lets him buy ye yer pleasure.....thar be no needs for feelin' lonely if ye don't wants to, though we all do from time to time....

I suspect Mr Moon would prefer Christine to do the fanning (who wouldn't?) Oh the temptation is so great to post a pic of my broad shoulders, broad chest and muscle bound arms... but... well... (help me out here guys...) Aye, Mister Foxe, ye be diggin' yerself into a hole now.....and as fer fannin'...havin' any o' the ladies near by gives me goose bumps....and Mister BosnReynard, I's be wonderin' 'bout yer choice o' wordin' there...I quote: "we like to have a firm, solid formula into which we can plug in a situation and find the end result. " I second that....

Aye carumba! .....I'm startin' to perspire .....quick, where's me drink....'ell, nevermind, skip the guinness, jes get me another, make it a double, no, triple Jameson's, no water n' leave the bottle.....Avast! is it gettin' warm in here? me head's spinnin'.....someone open a window

barbequed smoked ribeye, 2" thick, bloody rare, with roasted garlic, sauteed mushrooms in port, and a bottle of chateauneuf du pape, merci,...<burp>....Arrr, pardon me....

Damn!...and how far be that in nautical miles from the west coast around the Cape of Tierra del Fuego, Mister DeadPirate? might I make it by next Spring maybe in a slow clipper?....Arrrrr, let me knows about any Pyrate Easter soiree.....

Therein is the suspension of belief necessary for most fiction. Next time you're stuck in a supermarket checkout line, check out how short Rosie O'Donnell's nails are. me thanks ye for the laugh, Story

Now ye've asked fer it Mister Foxe......

AYE!.....DurtyLillie that be a grand name.....might we have relations?....uh,...eh,...me means might we be related? bein' Durty 'n all......cheers

praise the Lord for cut and paste,...."dregs of the earth"....hey, that be a fine name for a new rock n roll band....to the tune of "we are the champions": (sort of singing drunkenly): "we are the dregs oftheearth".....no, wait, ..."we are the dreggggggs of .....theearth"....no, wait....."we are the dre....egs of the earrrrrrrrth"....damn....maybe another tune, eh?......got it, instead of "hey hey we're the monkees" it be "hey hey we're the dregs.....we just keep on dregging around....we're too busy dregging to put anybody down".....go ahead, now, ye all can hum along if ye wants.....Arrrrr, now what's that arrful sound be?.......holy beejeesus where's me drink.....

Aye, Rummy, your wisdom is surpassed only by the fairness of your countenance....ye be a smart woman :)