I also won the pirate bullshit competition, if you hadn't noticed.
YAY! I WON TEH PIRATEGAMES!
I won in LiveJournal's "Tell Us Your Best Pirate Joke" contest!
I'll tell you how I won, too. I was sneaky. See, it's because Waukegan West High School's old mascot was the Raiders, but they changed it to the Bulldogs when they merged schools. But my older brother was still a Raider, so he inducted me into the secrets of the Raider ways!
So for most of the year I'm a furry, as per the Bulldogs. But on one secret day, September nineteenth... I become a WEREPIRATE!
And that allowed me the canny ability to sneak into their humor supply camp, for to plunder their funniest jokes!
But I gave 'em back in the morning, because stealing is wrong. *harmlessly fluffy... for now?*
Bonus Level:
I finally found the stupid filthy sea chanty I wrote a few years ago! The Ballad of Charley Bosley!
I SO have to figure out my stupid chords to this stupid song and play it awesomely at my awesome open mic.
(Note: It's actually not stupid, it's actually rather clever, though it is low-brow if not exactly filthy. And the open mic really is awesome, and we do play awesomely.)
Epilogue:
I just realised I used an absurdly huge amount of tags on this LJ-post, they are all apropos, and I didn't make up any new ones for the occasion. These ARE all tags I use semi-regularly. Except for the pirate one, that one usually comes round once a year. I suppose that's regular, though, in one sense of the word. Oh dear, I'm rambling and hearing my inner monologue in the voice of a stuffy old Britishman. And don't tell me that Britishmen isn't a word, Englishmen and Welshmen and Irishmen are all words, Britishman should be a word too. It probably is a word, in the U.K., I haven't bothered to look it up. Oh, now I'm hearing the voice of an archetypal nanny. Now stop that right there, before you begin channeling the spirit of Terry Pratchett. (Bless 'is 'eart, the old dear.)
I won in LiveJournal's "Tell Us Your Best Pirate Joke" contest!
I'll tell you how I won, too. I was sneaky. See, it's because Waukegan West High School's old mascot was the Raiders, but they changed it to the Bulldogs when they merged schools. But my older brother was still a Raider, so he inducted me into the secrets of the Raider ways!
So for most of the year I'm a furry, as per the Bulldogs. But on one secret day, September nineteenth... I become a WEREPIRATE!
And that allowed me the canny ability to sneak into their humor supply camp, for to plunder their funniest jokes!
But I gave 'em back in the morning, because stealing is wrong. *harmlessly fluffy... for now?*
Bonus Level:
I finally found the stupid filthy sea chanty I wrote a few years ago! The Ballad of Charley Bosley!
I SO have to figure out my stupid chords to this stupid song and play it awesomely at my awesome open mic.
(Note: It's actually not stupid, it's actually rather clever, though it is low-brow if not exactly filthy. And the open mic really is awesome, and we do play awesomely.)
Epilogue:
I just realised I used an absurdly huge amount of tags on this LJ-post, they are all apropos, and I didn't make up any new ones for the occasion. These ARE all tags I use semi-regularly. Except for the pirate one, that one usually comes round once a year. I suppose that's regular, though, in one sense of the word. Oh dear, I'm rambling and hearing my inner monologue in the voice of a stuffy old Britishman. And don't tell me that Britishmen isn't a word, Englishmen and Welshmen and Irishmen are all words, Britishman should be a word too. It probably is a word, in the U.K., I haven't bothered to look it up. Oh, now I'm hearing the voice of an archetypal nanny. Now stop that right there, before you begin channeling the spirit of Terry Pratchett. (Bless 'is 'eart, the old dear.)