Wednesday, 19 September 2007


Digg this


It be that time of the seasons again and My Lordship is dressed to the nines, with pieces of eight dangling in my hair, a rapier at my waist and a glint in my eye, so the the wenches had better watch their step.

What could possibly be more reminiscent of a buccaneer than poo, eh? I weigh 193.4lbs.

Aye, aye, Skipper!

I be having a poo, yarr!

192.2lbs eh? That's a little over a pound of Manley which is on it's way to Davey Jones' Locker, and no mistake. I leave you with a vast ye:


And my Matt Cutts impression:

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