Good Morning!

[yardtick]

Sounds good to me!     

[sgerrard]

Okay, Sophia Loren and Halle Berry, you can share the hammock with me.   

Steve

[yardtick]

MAYBE

[MAlegant]

In your dreams.  Oh, wait, this is a dream.  In that case, whose body would you have?

[sgerrard]

I don't think I can pull off being a young buck anymore. Would George Clooney work? 

[MAlegant]

Oh yeah, he'll do just fine.  Unless Anne Marie would prefer someone else?
M

 

[Larry]

AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR,

What be goinz on 'ere. A new wench that hasn't passed the initiation test, and furthermore wanting to know if bathing suits are required - AAARRRRRRRR, listen 'ere ya soon to be flea ridden, deck swabbin' scurvied wench, all wench crew don't 'ave bathing suits thats for sissies, it's birthday suits all round.

Stay tuned new soon to be wench, the initiation test is a tough one (Jim Scott aka MI5, CIA, and ABC spy is still trying to catch something (can't remember0 while blindfolded on the plank.

We best be getting outa this paradise coz da crew is gettin a bit too comfortable.
Laz

[yardtick]

I want Sawyer from Lost!!!  Not partial to blonds, but gosh that man his it all.  Must be the dimples!  And guess what he's all ready on an island, how perfect is that.
Sorry Steve

Anne Marie

[MAlegant]

What's this about an initiation?  I didn't sign up for any initiations!!
Marci

[Sue]

Oh yeah, we've already had a long discussion with regards to cutie patootie Sawyer!  He's a wench favorite around here.   You might even see the ghost of Errol Flynn running around here somewhere.  Or was it Doug Fairbanks, Jr.?  Maybe both of them!  Of course, I have dibs on Orlando Bloom, because I be a young wench on this here pirate cruise, not the old bat that I really am.

But, Laz doesn't like us lounging around getting all soft like, and I guess he's gearing up for something! 

Sue in Vancouver USA

[Larry]

Toooo righty wench Sue,

me thinks the Captain (the velevt sledgehammer) has gone soft as a marshmallow. I think we needs a good hard hittiing poem to get this crew a shakin and a rollin. Enough of the margaritas, it's time to take this rust bucket (that'll get the parrot sqwarking) and sail them there high seas in search of booty (careful i spelt that right) . It's time fer plunderin, it's time fer creating mahem, it's time, for a coffee break.

Oh, and when we set sail, young Marci, you best gears yerself up coz the initiation is rugged


Laz

[MAlegant]

I be ready Laz.  Now that I have my coffee, that is.
M

[ppearl214]

Captn got herself a new boogie board and is even wearing a bikini while using it..... oh, the shame of it all!

(that she is older than me and looks hawt in a bikini and I don't!)


Signed,
the cursed, oy-my-gut, cruise director....

[Sue]

A Poem To Instill FEAR! 

Laz is back and kicking rears,
Says we gotta change the gears,
No more playing on the beach,
No more rum umbrelly drinks.

No more Limbo, no more fun,
No more soaking up the sun,
Time to get the crew on board,
That last beer has been poured.

Avast, me hearties, hit the deck,
You'll not want Laz to wring your neck!
He’s a mean one, from clear Down Under,
He just loves to pillage and plunder.

Set the sails and man that jib,
Swab the decks,  and don’t be glib,
Cap’t Deb will soon be here,
Hey, Laz, is this enough “fear�?

Sue in Vancouver USA
Proud Poet Lorryate of the PBW.

[HeadCase2]

ARRRRRRRRR.   Sue, that be a right fine poem!
Rob