Merrydeath

awwwww. Roger! You'll make me blush.. which is good if I am a wine.. If I am a polar bear it means I am sunburnt!! notices the guys walk by... sigh.

good gods.. i think I met you!! Do you do KC faire?

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm rummmmmmmmmmm

I take my unloaded gun and hit Diego full in the face.. he's out cold face first in the sand. As I look up, I see Mary, her eyes still gleaming evilly. She moves out into the water, her legs shuffling.

takes after you!!?? oy vay! Fancy- my 2 make my whole life interesting.. The two kids I have are girls but not the kind in ribbons and curls. They wear jeans and sweats Yell about the boys they get and generally make Mom's hair twirl. Gray matter is over-rated, talked about, loved and hated. when all is said and done, its the politicians who makes life run. and I don't know any IQ-sated.

While Mary is looking at the others, Merry has been quietly squating in the sand. She takes a handful and yells.. Look Mary! As she does, the sand from Merry's hand gets into her eyes, and momentarily she is blinded. It gives Doc some time to..

mmmmmm have PyratePhil... I think its a new dessert! Nods at Fancy.. My free words of wisdom to new parents (note to kids)- 1. NO is a complete sentence. 2. MOM does not mean Made Of Money 3. If I have to count to ten for you to stop, its too late to save you from a car. 4. I am not here to entertain you, I'm here to raise an adult. 5. I am not perfect. Deal with it. 6. I love you dearly, but Are We There Yet is not amusing the 1 thru 200 times I heard it. 7. I love you dearly.

Merry looks at the new Bloody Mary, with the glint of greed and possessin in her eyes. A shiver runs down her back, as the voice goes from Mary to the Capt again.. Is there nothing we can do fer you, lass?

The bells on the desk rang three til, as the womens drank their fill They plotted and schemed, Used dice and Dreamed, But there was no cure for the Pyrate Phill..

Number sixteen was a bit distressed, to find Blackbeard underimpressed, with a bellows and string, and candlewax and things, He got the wind back under her dress. (its late and PPhil does this so much better than me!)

holey cows!! that is weird.. even the little girls wear bells, and they are sold at the shops. Usually they are on the hips like a belt. I wear mine vertically. Interesting how things change..

and I missed it.. damn!! LOL.. I think you did just fine.. (winks) thank ya Roger, you are a rangy man, and I did notice the muscle you have.. for an old codger, you look Niiiice.

wasves.. PPhil, you are only a year older..

I won't wear one at the faires, because I don't think we should kill something just because we can... I wear a set of tuned bells on my behind, that I have named.. bumbells.

I know, me laddy.. I know you was just having fun! If not, me cutlass would make fast work of your fine arse... (looks at it and smiles...sighes) as fer the heart of gold, its the finest money can buy!! but Roger, You are a fine man..and no boys fer me. Just a few of the lads who like to play and drink with an ol lady.

Roger darlin.. can you tell me that seeing a woman wearing nothin but your shirt and a smile is bad? and its MY boots and pants.. or maybe your pants.. panting.. something like that. If all I wanted was things from someone, I wouldn't be here. I would be on the SELLYOURPANTIESFOR$$ site. :)

William, if you wern't already happy as a clam in a rum barrel, I would be rattling your chains for a chance.. you are one heck of a good host! the host with the most.. em rum.. and.. the most... em... sigh nice butt..

Roger.. bravo.. its a grand work for us to read, and just right for the full moon tonight... on the other hand, I was hit by the Whimsey fairies and my next answer has nothing to do with your posting of such a grim and horrific nature, a tribute to Poe.. Oh my gods.. its Keith Richards!!

I thank you Lad, she did say Even tho she had to work that day. She blushed and smiled, til her cheeks tired, which the lads admired far down her way.

There was a wild pirate lass, who was full of rum and sass, she won fights hands down with nary a frown and slept with a pirate on her a$$. There was a pirate named PPhil who lived not for the cheap thrill, His taste in rum quite fine, and pirate lasses devine but his taste in roote beer was nil. So the wild pirate lass did write Very far into the night. She was naughty and free, and naked as a bee, Which tickled the pirate lad on the right.

agreed.. but the petites work great for me. Plus I can wear men's shirt to bed... okay.. its hard to find jeans that fit.. and boots too.

rum and limes.. I see body shots on the menu..

Just helping out a fellow pirate, taking the painful ones away, an making sure he can eat his hardtack again.. Not my fault they all land in me pouch...

eat drink and be merry they say, for tomorrow you will pay! To that I shout out loud and makes all the laddies proud,. so nows its just us penquins..

There once was a pirate named Phil, who was in a pickle, yes a dill. He used hypnosis, for my halitosis, and now all the pirates luv me!