THE SOUNDTRACK OF YOUR LIFE DAY
(Thanks to Bill Galeckas)
UPDATE, thanks to David Cassel
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September 19, 2007
THE SOUNDTRACK OF YOUR
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FIRST to ask...can we "pirate" the name and be Capt. Dave and the Scurvy Crew"????? Can we, can we, can we
Posted by: Grog Swillin' Layzeeboy | September 19, 2007 at 01:58 PM
Arrrrrrrrrrrrgggh! Yer can't beat a fine accordion player.
I know, cuz I've tried me hand at beatin' one....
Posted by: Wench Dunkin' Punkin o' Poo | September 19, 2007 at 01:59 PM
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! what a fine buncha songs they be!
Posted by: Cap'n Helga Beerbong | September 19, 2007 at 02:02 PM
I would utterrrrrly swearrrr he did NOT say "buckos."
Posted by: Pirate Eve the Staggerin' Drunk | September 19, 2007 at 02:06 PM
Shame on all of ye! Let the poor lad play with his organ in peace!
Posted by: Edward Teach, Man of Leisure | September 19, 2007 at 02:12 PM
"When I'm hungry I cannibalize the cabin boys."
Who says poetry is dead?
Posted by: Mike Antonucci | September 19, 2007 at 02:20 PM
I do, Mike. Poetry is not just dead, it was apparently made to walk the plank.
Posted by: Langston Hughes | September 19, 2007 at 02:54 PM