Rosalinda

Aren't you the clever one, Harbormaster. I'm just rising to the debate which was opened by Angus MacVox.

Aye they do....BUT.....Pirates have BIGGER balls!!!! ARRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!! Is that right? I'll take your word for it, because I'm not willing to do the survey. But I'll bet you are.

Yep. Eat a big chunk of bread and that'll hold everything down. You won't feel any better, but you won't lose it, either. I found that staying as cold as possible also helped, which was pretty damn easy crossing the Irish Sea in March. Ever had ice form on the end of your nose? That helps a LOT.

Argh! NONSENSE! Cowboys got balls!

WHAT ABOUT THIS, THOUGH ?!?

Cowboys have cannons, too! Visit the Terlingua Chili Cookoff

Oh, I forgot to say that Missee Lee is beautiful and a fine sailor in her own right, so the legend goes! Sail on you crazy gypsy woman!

Let me see if I can recall the legend of Missee Lee. I think it goes something like this: She is a fine fiddle player in the UK (her exact whereabouts are unknown to me and I wouldn't tell even if I did know), a gypsy lass, is a direct descendant of the infamous Captain Morgan, and has been known to keep the company of THE MOST NOTORIOUS PIRATE on the Seven Seas!!! Yes he is!!! Wherever you are, Missee Lee, I wish you a very happy birthday! Here's to fine fiddle playin' and a good Oxford Dictionary!

He knows who he is.

Happy birthday you old dog. I wish you many, many more.

Maybe it was an immaculate conception???

Oh, tell her that's the easy part. It starts in the back of the throat.... then just let it rip...... kinda slow at first and then add a little feral growl...... Like this....... ARRRGGGh ! Try a short one if that's too much... Argh. Again: with a little more panache....... ARRRGGGGHHHH !!!! Practice repeatedly until it becomes natural and just rolls out. Then go buy a flintlock and some powder. Say Arrrgggh while you're loading it and as you squeeze off a few rounds. Presto! You're a P I R A T E.

Wow! These are all fantastic. I love them!

Clearly, you've never been around a real cowboy. I think they're becoming an endangered species. Also, we're comparing professional cowboys to pretend pirates, as real pirates are packing machine guns and stealing large yachts and cargo. Or are we comparing drug-store cowboys to dime-store pirates? Or real cowboys to real pirates? Or fake cowboys to real pirates? So, it was an absurd comparison to begin with, really. But back to the original question: Pirates versus cowboys, I'd still take the cowboy over a pretend pirate, unless the cowboy in question was also a pretend pirate, then you're talking a two-fer deal and that's a whole separate issue. Plus, cowboys don't stay all rummed up all the time, so there's that. I know, it's fun to talk about chugging mass quantities of rum, but in real life, I prefer sobriety more often than not. Whatever the preference, I think it has to do more with the spirit of the thing than the actual thing itself. Having said that, the two are very much alike, I think.... just people looking for adventure.

Very good, Cabinlass Maggie!!! C O W B O Y S

Aliens!

Cowboys!

Nigel, one of my most favorite things in all the world is The Skull Please make more!

Merrydeath, I blow you a big birthday kiss. Anybody say anything and they'll wind up on the end of a pig sticker.

HAT ?!? Oh, yes. That's a fine hat you've got there. Yes, sez I.

Yes. Forget piratey ringtones and go with a Bob Dylan tune.

If I was to be tied to... let's say for example a BIG BRASS BED, then I'd prefer that the fiber be soft so as not to scratch me or the brass. Maybe long strips of mink or something like that.

Hey! COSTUME ? Chances are, if he looks fabulous IN a costume, he'll look pretty fine OUT of a costume, too. It's the MAN that makes the CLOTHES, you see. Wait! I'm having Deja Vu. Again.

*Ahem* Where were we? Oh yeah. The Marfa Lights! Find the 'History' link and read to your heart's content. Marfa Lights

I saw one similar, only different. Twas dark blue instead of red, long dark hair, no mustache or goatee – but a 12 o'clock shadow to die for. Killer looks and a dangerous smile. He was regal in stature, quite an exceptional figure of a man. And he was wearing a really fine hat. One look and EVERYTHING CHANGED in an instant. I haven't breathed since. A word of advice, endkaos: Be.Very.Careful. *shudder*