Mildly disappointed geek.
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We had a very big weekend this weekend. Aside from stayin' ou' past me bunk time (an' well past 2am) two nights in a row, which I dasn't do very often, we had t' most spectacular weddin' o' Jiselle an' Tony. I be goin' t' do a more comprehensive post about t' weddin' when I 'ave access t' some photos o' t' event but fer now I'll make a couple o' quick observations1.
- Far too many people think Jiselle's name contains the letter z.
- It is possible to stay out late, drink lots of beer the night before and continue drinking the day of your wedding and still look spectacular. Well done Tony.
- In the super-heavy-weight match up between Hair Spray (in the blue corner) and Gale Force Winds (in the red corner), Hair Spray comes out a winner.
- He might be silly enough to go on a ride called the vomitron (but lets face it, who wouldn't) but Scott McLaren can make a seriously good speech as best man.
Possibly t' worst thin' about t' whole weddin' be that Tony and Jiselle port on their honeymoon last night which means I canna get together wi' Tony and celebrate t' tide I been waitin' fer all year over a couple o' pints o' grog. International Talk Like A Pirate Day.
My pirate name is: Bloody Sam Flint
Every pirate lives for something different. For some, it's the open sea. For others (the masochists), it's the food. For you, it's definitely the fighting. Like the rock flint, you're hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you're easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!
Unfortunately me buxom beauty, Laura, be a bit too much o' a lubber an' just won't appreciate me well learned pirate pickup lines2. Tho I might give one or two a go later on an' be seein' how I fare, maybe somethin' like, "pardon me, but would ya mind if fired me six pounder through your porthole?" How could that nay produce a result? But if 't dasn't me next attempt will definietly be "how'd you like to scrape the barnacles off of me rudder?"
On t' other hand, I couldn't be held aft should she use a line like, "that's quite a cutlass ye got thar, what ye need be a good scabbard!" Or even better (and more popular among t' mates) - "You. Pants off. Now."