Aye me maties; carnivals fit fer weather fair & foul.
Off with ye smartly & givum a good a'turning with yer eyes or you'll be a swabbin the deck. Aarrr
& iffin ye be desirous of the company of a good wench (or scurvy dog if ye be of that persuasion) the fair yet deadly Beauty Anachronista points the way ter some good sayin's. Aarrr.
Posted by Publicola at September 19, 2005 07:51 AM | TrackBack