Avast ye scurvy bilge-rats!
Bein' it's national talk like a pirate day I thought it fittin' I be speakin to ye in this fashion. I be rememberin the last time I knew it was talk like a pirate day. Methinks that was the weekend when me hearties first introduced me to the holiday. That was the very same weekend I began my crusade against all liquors German. I'd have cause to be angry if I could remember what those two lasses did to me. Yeargh!
I did call the Dread Pirate V to wish her a jolly talk like a pirate day, but bein' as she was a mite preoccupied shopping for hooks and eyepatches it slipped her mind, it did. There was also debauchery over text messages with me favorite pirate lass, the fair Gevvy-Head.
Work was pretty much uneventful last week, but the weekend was cool. Playground was pretty subdued, but it was still a good time. Then there was the first afterparty down the block. Not a whole lot of people, but still a good time. Got to be Michael Douglas a lot again. All sorts of people wanted to try out their Kathleen Turner impressions. Good times, I tell ya. I think I slept all day Saturday, and was eating cold pizza in my underwear in front of the tv contemplating watching the eagles game when my phone rings.
It's the afterparty people. They do this stuff for a living as well, and have a new person they want to train. So they called me to see if I wouldn't mind being a demo-dummy for some needle-play. Why not says I. Good times, I tell ya! The girl was almost six-feet tall (Im a sucker for height) and gave great hugs. If only she were single. Holy crap! We're sitting on the couch after "class" (I forgot she had to be there eating chinese food. I see her open her fortune and I notice I didn't get one. There is a bag on the table from last night with a cookie in it. Eff this, it's mine now. So I open it up, and out of suspicion, eat the entire cookie before reading the fortune. *Ahem*
"Stop searching forever, happiness is right next to you"
But the cookie said so! I'll be demo-ing next Sunday for some more stuff, who knows what the cookie will say then!
I did call the Dread Pirate V to wish her a jolly talk like a pirate day, but bein' as she was a mite preoccupied shopping for hooks and eyepatches it slipped her mind, it did. There was also debauchery over text messages with me favorite pirate lass, the fair Gevvy-Head.
Work was pretty much uneventful last week, but the weekend was cool. Playground was pretty subdued, but it was still a good time. Then there was the first afterparty down the block. Not a whole lot of people, but still a good time. Got to be Michael Douglas a lot again. All sorts of people wanted to try out their Kathleen Turner impressions. Good times, I tell ya. I think I slept all day Saturday, and was eating cold pizza in my underwear in front of the tv contemplating watching the eagles game when my phone rings.
It's the afterparty people. They do this stuff for a living as well, and have a new person they want to train. So they called me to see if I wouldn't mind being a demo-dummy for some needle-play. Why not says I. Good times, I tell ya! The girl was almost six-feet tall (Im a sucker for height) and gave great hugs. If only she were single. Holy crap! We're sitting on the couch after "class" (I forgot she had to be there eating chinese food. I see her open her fortune and I notice I didn't get one. There is a bag on the table from last night with a cookie in it. Eff this, it's mine now. So I open it up, and out of suspicion, eat the entire cookie before reading the fortune. *Ahem*
"Stop searching forever, happiness is right next to you"
But the cookie said so! I'll be demo-ing next Sunday for some more stuff, who knows what the cookie will say then!