Ye scurvy peegs an’ landlubbers, be it known to ye all Capt. Guinea Pillage hath proved ‘imself worthy, by way of plunderin’ yer sofa, to sail the seven settees an’ ther cushiony regions beyond.
Don’t forget to talk like a Pirate today, Laura B.
The pirate life’s not all timothy hay an’ wheeeeks
September 19, 2011 By
Aye aye Cap’n Peeeeeeeeg!
….but first let me nom your wibbular ear flaps….
Another installment of “Pirates of the Caribbeanbag Chair”
Careful, lubber. A t’other outburst like that, and we’ll make ye plank the walk. Arr. Ar-ar.
Avast, me hearties….thar be plunder aplenty in th’ crisper…prepare to be boarded, ye scurvy dogs…er..peegs…squeaksqueaksqueak…er…ARRRGH!
Capt. Guinea Pillage is almost as cute as my favorite pirate, and no it’s NOT Johnny Depp. It’s Kevin Kline!
Ohh, Kevin Kline. A charter member of my Invisible Stable of Extra-Dimensional Husbands™.
Nommable. I approve.
How do I get me one of those ISE-DH™? Sounds like a good thing.
Yeah, I have a few candidates also. I never put a fancy name to them though. Nice.
ANYONE can have one or as many as you like. That’s the GENIUS of it!!
I had Rex Smith’s picture on my wall when I was a teenager. :blush:
Why didn’t my blush face work?
Yes, I was just going to comment on Rex Smith. Whatever happened to him?! I had a 78 by him, with his one and (I think) only hit.
Arrrrrrrrrrrrgggggg!
Ahoy, there Capt.Guinea Pig, more volunteers reportin’ fer duty. Ready
to sail the Seven Seas with yah .
I dunno… looks like he’d fit in with the Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything, if you ask me…
but then again, what do I know… maybe he’s been to Boston in the fall, and is therefore unqualified.
As long as he’s never thrown his mashed potatoes up against the wall, he’s okay.
The Pittsburgh Pirates!
Yeh be observin’ All Hallows early, avast!
“sail the seven settees” – heee!
^ ditto
Where’s Robert Newton!!??
He’s at Long John Silver’s gettin’ ‘is lunch.
Yo ho. Yo ho. A pirate’s life for me…..
Oh, my! A pirate! And where are your buccaneers?
“Underneath me buccan hat.”
I would like to be Queen Sha-KA, La-KA, La-KAAAA in this little sofa adventure.
Billions of blue blistering barnacles!!
I like to imagine that my peegs are pretending they’re pirates with little wooden swords when they run their laps around their cages and play tag at 5 in the morning. One of them even likes to sit on top of her igloo and look at everyone with disdain. Yarrrrrr.
That one is saying, “Yarrrrr, ye peevish, squid-swilling, bumweasles! Where’s me fish ‘n chips?”
My old pig, Capt. Cornelius ‘Zero’ Pigg, had a habit of acquiring names everywhere he went. My brother in law was the one who gave him the title of Captain. I think he would approve of his fellow pirate.
Pirate Peeg Swashes his buckle and swigs his swill, while pirateing your cabin cruiser.
Yarrrrr give me all your timothy hay and apples spare the rum
Pirates are hot. That is all….thankyouverymuch!
Nothing beats a gui-nay pig for pure, sweet, simple cuteness.