aye twas a miracle o sorts we be gettin outta Traingle alive like!! ray fer Tawoods and Doc!! It twir the fear of ye vengence that 'elped us find a way thru the fog
tawoods
Hope this is what you are after. Thanks Hankers, I have an email addy but it must be old and I didn't know if that kind of information is available with the new site (it seems I remember being able to get that information before).
I am trying to find a members (Navigatsio's email) address and I cannot find my way by navigating the site once I got to his personal page to find it (is this information available???)...any help would be greatly appreciated. Thanks
It be full steam ahead n' us flies out o' Tasmanier fer Queensland 9.55am on Wednesday mornin' (Oz time Have a goodun me matey and ye best be sayin' 'ello ta Mrs. Starkers or ye be findin' yeself at the short end of da whip an Mistress Jenny's ire
lice *Hiya T!!!!*
Aye, he can say anyting! But whar's the proof? me thinks that be a red herring to keep us sailin in ta try angle! Doc, no matter 'ow nuch ye intake it not be scramblin ye brains I see
now accordin' to a pointy eared individual who we be not a callin' 'is name says that tha record be 12,000 by the name of Capt'n Spanky...I be sayin' Capt'n Spanky 'ad best be steppin' aside afore the good Mistress Jenny put a lash to 'is backside
The ship be out ta cursed tri-angle!
Ye be given up on hepin me finish off tis latest keg? NO you ol' senile terror of da high seas...I give up an tryin' to rehabilate ya, ya worrisome old koot
oy me matey ye be tied to ta mast tis 'im callin' an beggin' fer tha whip Mistress Jenny...ye be given it to 'im good an proper as ye only knows 'ow
I be keepin ye awake all night wit me stomach noises! that thar beats the snorin' comin' from ye cabin Mistress Jenny, and since ye not be a snorer we be placin' bets as to who ye dun hangshied to ye cabin Arrg
Besdt be gettin Mistress Jenny out wit ta lash Ye be thinkin' she can 'andle tha cook??? it should be a good cat fight to wartch
heheeee, gonna be a great day! tha cook gets ta tha rum and now she be havin' visions of grandure... luckily tho she not be confusin' 'erself wit no pointy ear alien or we be in a heap of truble
now you are talking
marshmellows? definately!!!!