My mother is a psycho...
There are some times where I'm really glad my mom is my mom. Mainly because each time I read
Subject of e-mail: ye skurvy dog, didn't ye know?
Ahoy matey, today be talk like a pirate day. Cap'n be feedin the fish with ye, if ye aint be talkin like a bilge rat.
Ye think yer mum's poxed, tho she's a saucy wench! Yarr-ha-harr!
Where be the Vancouver treasure? Have ye the likes of a merry yarn?
Ye be a good bucko.
Fair winds to ye,
Mom
from Talk Like a Pirate Day awhile ago, it makes me incredibly amused. Especially because it's my mother.
Subject of e-mail: ye skurvy dog, didn't ye know?
Ahoy matey, today be talk like a pirate day. Cap'n be feedin the fish with ye, if ye aint be talkin like a bilge rat.
Ye think yer mum's poxed, tho she's a saucy wench! Yarr-ha-harr!
Where be the Vancouver treasure? Have ye the likes of a merry yarn?
Ye be a good bucko.
Fair winds to ye,
Mom
from Talk Like a Pirate Day awhile ago, it makes me incredibly amused. Especially because it's my mother.