Life Cycle of a Pub Member

[PyratePhil]

going to faire anytime soon ? opens this weeknd. can't wait to see you and ant again. empty hats won't be there this weeknd, being they are still i sterling. they'll be  back next weekend. tell anticus and mad mike i said 'hi!'

Doubt it. Although one of the Pub members is being quite a luv and making me an outfit, it might be a while before we get there. But if we have to plunder some lubber's ship to get there, we will!

I'll give your best to Ant and Mike - thanks!

whats a ding dong?

The sound a doorbell makes.

Oh, you mean...

A Ding-Dong is a little dessert that's made commercially here by the Hostess Company - a chocolate cake with chocolate icing and a cream-filled center.

"H l o, I m J c , a d I m a P b j n i ."

Hmmm...well, either you're JC who is a peanut-butter-and-jelly nit, or you're Jack and you're a pub junky.

Good one!

My mom called today to ask if I was okay ... cause she hadn't heard from me in awhile.

*sigh*...yet another soul lost to Pyracy...

[Kendra The Sea Maid]

Sorry, folks, but the most recent scientific investigations have pointed out that without a Pub pin, you're only half of a Pub member.

...which half, I'll leave to your abundant imaginations...

"WELCOME, JACK!"

rather be half then none at all, and the half I got aint half bad (at least I think so)

[Rumba Rue]

well I don't have a pin either....

[PyratePhil]

rather be half then none at all, and the half I got aint half bad (at least I think so)

Sweets, I'd take your half over most people's whole anyday. :)

well I don't have a pin either....

Well, I wouldn't let that get out if I were you...wouldn't look good for a mod not to have a pin.

HEY EVERYBODY! RUMBA AIN'T GOT NO PIN!!!

[Cap'n Pete Straw]

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PPhil, I am embarrassed and offended that you took the time to review all the posts that I wrote

to date and write this summary of what I have done here in the Pub. Horrors.

[PyratePhil]

Oy, what are mates for?

[Cap'n Pete Straw]

I was under the impression it was for mating.

[PyratePhil]

*mutters*

...learn sumthin' new every day...

[oderlesseye]

EYES Gots me a coffee cup from the Bahammas full of pins and a drawer

wit some tooooo~ so there for Eye be a BONIFIDE member in my mind.

-Postings have slowed a bit; only reads select categories now; has posted several rants on one or two topics; has been pissed off at one or two members.]

Seems to be true of me....Great Crystal ball ya gots there :)

[Kendra The Sea Maid]

rather be half then none at all, and the half I got aint half bad (at least I think so)

Sweets, I'd take your half over most people's whole anyday. :)

AWWWW Thanks Phil I needed that

[Rumba Rue]

well I don't have a pin either....

Well, I wouldn't let that get out if I were you...wouldn't look good for a mod not to have a pin.

HEY EVERYBODY! RUMBA AIN'T GOT NO PIN!!!

I have this horrible vision at Ojai Pirate Faire of people coming up to me and pinning black Pub buttons on me....oh gawd...I said that outloud....

[PyratePhil]

I have this horrible vision at Ojai Pirate Faire of people coming up to me and pinning black Pub buttons on me....oh gawd...I said that outloud....

Everybody -

Your duty is clear. Do quickly what you must do.

[Black Bess]

Your duty is clear. Do quickly what you must do.

Of course teacher! *Goes into Ninja mode*

Mmkay, I've been playing too many computer games.

Anyhow that was fantastic, Phil!

You need to write a sequel.

[Sir Beachem Quick]

I do believe there's more truth to this science than your average pirate is willing to admit.

[PyratePhil]

Anyhow that was fantastic, Phil!

You need to write a sequel.

Thank you, m'lady, but in my opinion, sequels are always inferior to the original...

[Black Bess]

Thank you, m'lady, but in my opinion, sequels are always inferior to the original...

Thar be truth in what ye say. Mayhaps ye can write...a...a prolouge!

[PyratePhil]

Mayhaps ye can write...a...a prolouge!

Excellent idea! Thank you, m'lady.

"...It was a dark and stormy night..."

"...SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure island..."

"...A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away..."

"...When in the course of human events, it becomes..."

Hmmm...this is harder than I thought...

[Black Bess]

Excellent idea! Thank you, m'lady.

"...It was a dark and stormy night..."

"...SQUIRE TRELAWNEY, Dr Livesey, and the rest of these gentlemen having asked me to write down the whole particulars about Treasure island..."

"...A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away..."

"...When in the course of human events, it becomes..."

Hmmm...this is harder than I thought...

Very nice. But try this...

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive...."

No no....

"Concerning hobbits...."

Wait...

"Renowned curator Jacques Sauniere staggered through...."

Nope, sorry.

[PyratePhil]

"...Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank..."

"...It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."

"...The blonde had crazy eyes - I sapped her across the jaw with my roscoe, then kicked in her..."

AH!!!!

"10 little pyrates, sittin' in a tree, one fell down and then there.. were......three.... "

*sigh*

[Black Bess]

AH!!!!

"10 little pyrates, sittin' in a tree, one fell down and then there.. were......three.... "

*sigh*

'Tis a good start, Phil. Keep it going! I'm thinking best seller! :)

[PyratePhil]

Here...new direction...

`Twas brillig, and the slimey souls

Did gyre and gimble in the waves:

All mimsy were the borogouls,

And the mome raths outgrave.

"Beware the Pyrate-types, my son!

The swords that slash, the hooks that catch!

Beware the undead monkey, and shun

The frumious Bucasnatch!"

He took his naval sword in hand:

Long time the briney foe he sought --

So rested he by the hangin' tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Privawock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the pier's old wood,

And yo-ho'd as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The naval blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went one-legged back.

"And, has thou slain the Privawock?

Come to my hooks, my salty boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'

He chortled in his joy..."

[Black Bess]

Oh yes, I can see the critics now! You can most definetly become a word-class poet. :)

Do go on.

[PyratePhil]

...don't encourage him...

The Wench and the Pyrate-Guy went to sea

In a three-masted schooner-type boat:

They made off with honey,

and stole lots of money

And even a twelve-year-old goat

The Wench looked up to the stars above,

And sang to a small guitar,

"O lovely Pyrate, O Pyrate, my love,

What a scarred-up ol' Pyrate you are,

You are,

You are!

What a scarred-up ol' Pyrate you are!"

Pyrate said to the Wench, "Your elegant stench,

Makes me want to sit up and sing!

Oh! let us be buried;

'tis better than married:

But how shall we do keelhauling?"

They sailed away, for a year and a day,

To the land where the Pubbie-Tree grows;

And there in a wood a Rumba-wig stood,

With a ring at the end of her nose,

Her nose,

Her nose,

With a ring at the end of her nose.

"Dear Mod, are you willing to sell for one shilling

Your ring?" Said the Rumba, "I can't."

So they took it anyway, and were harried next day

By the Admin who lives on raw ants.

They dined on mice and hamster (just a slice),

Which they ate with a stolen gold spoon;

And hand in hand on the oily black sand

They danced like a hairy baboon,

Baboon,

Baboon,

They danced like a hairy baboon.

[Black Bess]

That sounds oddly familiar.

And, at your request, I shan't encourage you.

It's terrible.

Stop with the poems.

[PyratePhil]