's funny, cc. I was just telling one of my staff this afternoon we needed to find a man with a goat, since I knew how to do the CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow bit....
Black Frigate Has Docked
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Arg, ye been messin' with the Frigate, eh matey? Well, welcome aboard, ye scurvy lad. I boarded her just recent like, but I'm a permanent crew...hopin' ta make 3rd class soon. The Frigate, she cast her RummyYummy spell on the likes o' me, never ta' be the same again.
Enjoy the ride....an' pass that jug o' cleaner......
Cw
Enjoy the ride....an' pass that jug o' cleaner......
Cw
Boom, cwp. You is now two & a half class. I'm going to promote myself soon too, just as soon as Duane becomes Commodore.
We just gotta come up with the hat! Maybe this one would work? Or does it send the wrong message?
Alright, well it just needs to be really, really big! A Commodore's hat should always be really, really big!
Methinks it's an American blend. I've had only a small bowl and it wasn't sweet, at least not to me.
Also, I recently got a tin of the 'base' for BF: Blockade Runner. The cake smells stronly of rum (awesome tin note), but I haven't tried it. I don't get to smoke as often as I'd like (can't smoke at home).
Also, I recently got a tin of the 'base' for BF: Blockade Runner. The cake smells stronly of rum (awesome tin note), but I haven't tried it. I don't get to smoke as often as I'd like (can't smoke at home).
It's not an aromatic as much as it is an English with a good aromatic smell, if that makes sense. It doesn't come off smelling like you've just popped the top on a flagon of rum, but it's just there under the surface...calling your name. It has a great aroma, but to me, calling it an aromatic is akin to making it sound like it generates a wonderful bouquet of vanilla like other aros. So maybe it's a pyrate bouquet?
The same can be said of a lot of Navy Flakes as well. I think the difference is that a rum aro is cased with a rum flavoring and not necessarily real rum. Rum in BF presents itself as a sweetness and isn't over powering.
It's hot as hell and we all smell like ass
There's albatross shit on the deck and the mast
The Beekeeper's Friend supply's getting low
Barnacles thick, so the ship's moving slow
We're down to the last crumble cake in the tin
The rats in the larder are all looking thin
There's no wind to push and no hands on the oars
We're tripping o'er piles of Sav 904's
The Cap'n retired below with a bark,
"Don't knock on me door or you're feedin' the shark!"
We haven't seen land nor a barge one to take
We're moving so slow, we're casting no wake
Just as the sun drops closer to night
The man in the crow's nest shouts, "I see a light!"
Rosenthal grabs the spyglass and he scans
"Port side!" he shouts, "A boat and a man!"
Necks are all craning and lining the rail
The tiniest breeze grabs ahold of the sail
"Spin to!" shouts ol' Embers emerging on deck
We bear down and turn for the small floating wreck
"Where be you going and who do you be?",
we shouted. The man said, "Me name's Olkofri!"
"Been drifting for days since me schooner was sunk."
"All I have left is me pipe and this trunk."
We hauled him aboard and heard his sad tale
How an old mine had blasted his vessel's gunwale.
"All I could salvage was this here old crate
full cleaning supplies and a nice crumble cake."
"Well you'll need a lift, then, and we need a mate.
If you open that trunk, then we'll get you a plate.
There's quarters below and roast rat on the spit.
Upnorth1 just finished them up on the pit."
The cloud of despair dissipated by dark
And no one was offered as food for the shark.
The pipes were all glowing and spirits restored
And that's how we welcomed Olkofri aboard.
There's albatross shit on the deck and the mast
The Beekeeper's Friend supply's getting low
Barnacles thick, so the ship's moving slow
We're down to the last crumble cake in the tin
The rats in the larder are all looking thin
There's no wind to push and no hands on the oars
We're tripping o'er piles of Sav 904's
The Cap'n retired below with a bark,
"Don't knock on me door or you're feedin' the shark!"
We haven't seen land nor a barge one to take
We're moving so slow, we're casting no wake
Just as the sun drops closer to night
The man in the crow's nest shouts, "I see a light!"
Rosenthal grabs the spyglass and he scans
"Port side!" he shouts, "A boat and a man!"
Necks are all craning and lining the rail
The tiniest breeze grabs ahold of the sail
"Spin to!" shouts ol' Embers emerging on deck
We bear down and turn for the small floating wreck
"Where be you going and who do you be?",
we shouted. The man said, "Me name's Olkofri!"
"Been drifting for days since me schooner was sunk."
"All I have left is me pipe and this trunk."
We hauled him aboard and heard his sad tale
How an old mine had blasted his vessel's gunwale.
"All I could salvage was this here old crate
full cleaning supplies and a nice crumble cake."
"Well you'll need a lift, then, and we need a mate.
If you open that trunk, then we'll get you a plate.
There's quarters below and roast rat on the spit.
Upnorth1 just finished them up on the pit."
The cloud of despair dissipated by dark
And no one was offered as food for the shark.
The pipes were all glowing and spirits restored
And that's how we welcomed Olkofri aboard.
I have a few tins awaiting me at the post office. I can't stand the peer pressure! But the Englishy-rummy type descriptions I get sound very appealing.
Epic for sure.
The Captain's gotta start taking better care of that collection.
Pirate peer pressure must be the worst. I don't know who's in charge of the Frigate HR dept, but that crew doesn't appear to have completed sensitivity and diversity training.
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