We’re two months into prohibition over here, so the rum’s all gone. I’m surrounded by sugar cane farms, so could theoretically try making my own, except we’re still not allowed to leave the house except to buy food. I don’t think illegally harvesting sugar cane outside of town qualifies as buying food.
We have a booming underground pineapple beer industry, though…
And I could swear I saw a guy at the supermarket the other day planning to make his own vodka – had a trolley full of potatoes, sugar and yeast.
The government is going to announce yeast is also not allowed to be sold any day now…
Ahoy there, landlubbers. Can ye believe it be that time o’ year again? It seems the winds o’ change be blowin’ by the years faster an’ faster an’ before we know it we’ll be plungin’ o’er the end o’ the world an’ into Davy Jones’ locker.
I were a bit conflicted ’bout this year’s International Talk Like A Pirate Day, as tonight also be the return o’ that fearless scallywag that calls he’self The Doctor. But by Neptune’s beard, I then recall’d that The Doctor he’self has sailed with buccaneers more ‘n once, an’ can resist the siren’s call, repel boarders, an vanquish the nasties o’ the deep with the best o’ them.
With his good ship TARDIS an’ his trusty cutl sonic in hand, a fiesty wench always at his side, none can stand ‘gainst this most terrible o’ pirates. It’s not for naught they call him the oncomin’ storm. Why, I reckon e’en the most blackest heartest buccaneer o’ them all, ole Blackbeard he’self, would want to cross swor screwdrivers with The Doctor.
So today I’ll be donning my pirate hat an’ me bow tie, and with me cutlass in one hand, an’ me sonic in the other, I’ll set my heading to wherever in time an’ space the plunder be best, the adventures be most excitin’, an the wenches be prettiest.
Geronim…I mean, ARRRRR!
The scribblin’ above as always provided by me wench.
Ahoy there ye lily-livered, yellow-bellied landlubbers! It be International Talk Like A Pirate Day. To celebrate, I’ve laid aside me hammer and me cutlass and took up the weapon said ter be mightier than either and penned ye a tale of a pirate lass with a heart so black, ole’ Blackbeard himself was afeared o’ her.
Ahoy there, matey’s. ‘Tis I, Cap’n Kokkie, back from a day’s plunderin’ and fightin’. I hope ye’ve had calm seas and enough black powder to see ye through this day. I’m layin’ at anchor an’ waitin’ fer me buxom wench to return from her day ‘o lootin’ the City o’ Gold, an’ thought I’d share with ye a few thoughts regardin’ pirate weaponry.
A full post on me piratical adventures be comin’ later today, but meanwhile be warned that all hailin’s on this ‘ere vessel must be in pirate speak today, savvy? Mutineers will be keelhauled without trial.
Here be a scribblin’ ye can put up on yer own ship’s blog fer the day.