Truth or Counts o' Quinces
Tuesday, September 30, 2008 11:08:01 PM
Me old grammer be hailin’ me wi’ the call that I be cap’n o’ the first all-pirate lingo blog, but I told ‘er she were swallowin’ whumpish bilge. Surely there be another tricorner afloat what be buildin’ a ship the likes o’ mine to sail, or even a commodore his rank the better to parade! So do ye know o’ such then hand me on a linky comment or three, or failin’ that ye might whisper in their knotty ears to pay me saloon a visit under a flag o’ truce.
Be the grammer spoutin’ truth or counts o’ quinces? As she oft do quote, in the country of the blind, the one-legged man be king, and surely me pegleg be kingmaker on this blind voyage.
All that fine squid ink and quills be wasted on them what don’t use ‘em, lads.
Be the grammer spoutin’ truth or counts o’ quinces? As she oft do quote, in the country of the blind, the one-legged man be king, and surely me pegleg be kingmaker on this blind voyage.
All that fine squid ink and quills be wasted on them what don’t use ‘em, lads.





