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Dear Jevad,
GARR. A coworker of mine keeps bitching and moaning. He slacks about all day and talks shit. I am pretty sure he has sand in his vagina. What to you reccomend as a remedy?pete the pirate
spendogg
(Nov 15 05, 15:52)Dear Pete
YAARRRGGGGHhhhhh!
T' start off. I was once a pirate shipwrecked in t' norther colonies. I was quite poor and couldn't afford repairs t' me ship, t' beligerator. I caught a lucky break, fixed t' vessel and sailed aft to t' south t' pick up a crew o' miscretes after a long, long 10 months dry as a bone with no salt in t' air.
At that time t' wenches wanted nothin' t' do with me. Continuin' t' journey I sailed east to t' persian gulf, and up t' tigris. Fought many battles and bled them dry. It was thar in t' vast deserts that I aquired quite a prosperous booty, enough t' shiver t' timbers o' any man.
As a rich man I set sail aft down t' tigris and into t' gulf. it was then that me navigator went t' Davy Jones' locker as a combination o' t' flu and several shark bites to t' lower abdomen. we sailed listlessly for months. and we became shipwrecked in some sort o' mountainous desert in south west asia.... I think.
we're makin' good time on our repairs and a couple months later we were off sailin' again with a strang smellin' new navigator from t' local population who wears a strange cloth hat. good guy though, damn good navigator. as t' story goes, I find meself aft in t' northern colonies and seein' t' same wenches who wouldn't pay me a seconds notice before. but as a rich man, they have come t' take a likin' t' me.
Curse ye
Jev