||[Sep. 20th, 2003|03:36 pm]
Miss Von Trapp
|||||What shall we do with the drunken sailor...||]|
Shiver me timbers!
I be avin a spot o bother wi me jib...and me booms a bit rusty too...arg!!
Me mizzen mast be stuck at a funny angle...an me rum be empty...arg!!
The cap'n has been washed ashore on this furren land...an i's needin an efty dose o rum ta fix me achin ead...where be the cabin boy when ye need im? Arg!!
You are a Pirate Second Class
Do you remember the last time you took a chance? I do. It was when you decided to leave the security of your mother's womb and headed for the bright light.
It's time to head for the next bright light, my friend. Creativity is not your strong suit. You are good at doing what you are told to do and that, in itself, is a gift. It's not a gift to you, mind you, but rather a gift to those who will be there to tell you what to do.
You like long walks on the beach and cuddling, but would never admit that to your Guy friends who think you are okay but can't always remember your name. Tapioca pudding seems a bit extreme for a fellow such as yerself, what with all the bumps and stuff.
It's a good thing ye be on a pirate ship, otherwise, ye'd would be walkin' because ye be positively pedestrian. Have a nice day.
What's Yer Inner Pirate?
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