Cappin's Log...

Hello, me scallywags, me scurvy seafarin' friends,

Well, I tell you this now. I be wearin' me special, feathery pirate hat all this day and without fail. Even when I perform me victuals and me ablutions. I even be postin' pictures of me latest adventures as a pirate.

Mad Bonney may even tell ye some wild tales of the seven seas! If you stick around and ply me fine self with some rum!

( Some moments in the distinguished career of Mad Bonney, almost lesbian pirate of the killer west shores of Terra Australis! )

Well! Forget ye NOT to talk like a pirate, me fellow buccaneers and me landlubber pals! Talk like a pirate day come but one day a year.

But ol' Mad Bonney? She be a pirate for ALWAYS!

Yours,

Arrr, PIRATE-Y ICONS!

'Allo, me 'earties!

Thar be things called icons, I see, in these journal-y things. Well, Mad Bonney 'ave a few and 'ere she's gonna share them with ye!


Arrr, this be based on those clever little make-a-face flash things. I wanned me dream boat, Cappin' Sparrow!


An' 'ere he is! Aaaaah. What a pirate! 'e's not a good man, but he's a BRILLIANT pirate!


'Ere be Nilson, with a hook and a sassy attitude!


Betty Boop. She's a pirate!


See, I am a pirate. I mayn't be sendin' sailors off the plank, but I'm sure as shirley pullin' stuff that tain't mine off the intarwebs!


Remember, folks...

YOU ARE A PIRATE!!

YOU ARE A PIRATE!

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Rottenbeard: Do what you want, cos a pirate is free,
YOU ARE A PIRATE!

All: Yar har, fiddle di dee,
Being a pirate is alright to be,
Do what you want cos a pirate is free,
You are a pirate!

Rottenbeard: You are a pirate!

Kids: Yay!

Rottenbeard: We've got us a map, (a map!)
To lead us to a hidden box,
That's all locked up with locks! (with locks!)
And buried deep away!

We'll dig up the box,

Kids: THE BOX!

Rottenbeard: We know it's full of precious booty!
Burst open the locks!
And then we'll say HOORAY!

Stephanie: Yar, har, fiddle di dee.
If you love to sail the sea,
You are a pirate!

Rottenbeard: Weigh anchooor!

All: Yar har, fiddle di dee,
Being a pirate is alright with me!
Do what you want 'cos a pirate is free,
You are a pirate!

Arr yarr, ahoy and avast,
dinky-dink-dink-a-dinkadefast!
Hang the black flag at the end of the mast!
You are a pirate!

Rottenbeard: Hahaha!

Kids: Yay!

Rottenbeard: We're sailing away

Kids: Set sail!

Rottenbeard: Adventure awaits on every shore!
We set sail and explore

Kids: EXPLORE!

Rottenbeard: And run and jump all day

Kids: YAY!

Rottenbeard: We float on our boat

Kids: The BOAT!

Rottenbeard: Until its time to drop the anchor,
Then hang up our coats

Kids: Aye-aye!

Rottenbeard: Until we sail again!

Stephanie: Yar, har, fiddle di dee.
If you love to sail the sea,
You are a pirate!

Rottenbeard: Laaaand ho!

All: Yar har, fiddle di dee,
Being a pirate is alright with me!
Do what you want cos a pirate is free,
You are a pirate!

Rottenbeard: (spoken) Yar har, wind at your back, lads,
Wherever you go!

(singing)Blue sky above and blue ocean below,
You are a pirate! Hahahahaa! You're a pirate!

Nursey-doctor-y people:

Is it okay to take a Diclofenac sodium pill when I'm taking Mercyndol?

Oh! Er...

ARRR!!

Desperation!!

Theren't nuttin quite as sad ner desp'rate as a lassie without batt'ries fer her fav'rite vibrator.

*weeps* Oh. Oh. OH! So many batteries... ALL DEAD! *sobs*

Livejournal, ye be a good cappin's log!

Fer not only do ye say 'cappin's log' at the bottom of ye page, but when I post said log, ye say 'Aye-aye'! How indubidably satisfyin'!

'Parrently some lassie has her knickers in quite the twist over this fine day. But she also hates Hallowe'en, an' I figure anyone that don't like holiday fun needs lessons in losin' their inhibitions.

Well. I know I prob'ly be annoyin' some a' ye by now, but it does make me very happy to celebrate this day. I don't get to travel today cause a' me battle wounds, see, an' this saucy wench of a Cappin' Mad Bonney needs rest herself or she be in some pain. You's all I have to talk Piratical to.

So I beg ye to humour this silly chit of a lass, fancyin' herself a scallywag, unable to shush her waggin' bunghole.

Yours,