YAARRR!

the Pirates were out in force the other night as the crew celebrated the birth of Jack Daniels in the only way we knew how... getting drunk, dressing up, and terrorizing innocent children. We rolled seven deep to the 9:45 showing of Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest, chucking poker chips painted silver and gold at little kids yelling "there be treasure for ye, yer little brat" and other such nonsense. The movie was entertaining... at least I thought so. However, a few of our pirate crew were unable to stay conscious through the entire film. They were later forced to walk the plank.

I need another drink, Jack!