a Captain and His Crew were in Danger of being Boarded by a Pirate Ship... As the Crew became Frantic...the Captain Bellowed to his First mate..."Bring me my Red shirt!" The First mate quickly Retrieved the Captain's Red shirt...which the Captain put on and Lead his Crew to Battle the Pirate Boarding Party... Although some Casualties Occured among the Crew...the Pirates were Repelled... Later that Day...the Lookout Screamed that there were two Pirate Vessels sending Boarding Parties... The Crew cowered in Fear...but the Captain as ever Bellowed..."Bring me my Red shirt!" The Battle was on...and once Again the Captain and his Crew Repelled both Parties...although this Time more casualties Occured... Weary from the Battles...the men sat around on Deck that Night...recounting the Day's occurences when an Ensign looked to the Captain and asked..."Sir...why did you Call for your Red shirt before the Battle?" The Captain...giving the Ensign a Look that only a Captain can give Exhorted..."If I am Wounded in Battle...the Red shirt does not show the Wound...and thus...you men will Continue to Fight Unafraid." The men sat in Silence marvelling at the Courage of such a Man... As Dawn came the next Morning...the Lookout Screamed that there were Pirate Ships...10 of them...all with Boarding Parties on their Way... The men Became Silent and Looked to their Captain for His usual Command... The Captain...calm as ever Bellowed..."Bring me my Brown Trousers!"
Oh yeah...what would she Be doing with an English Joke eh? It's English... Which is why the English are the Intellectuals of the World...
AAAAAAHAHAHHAAAAAAA!!!! You guys didn't even use forks until like 100 years ago! And I saw the Queen picking her nose with a glove on! And fix your teeth, for the love of god! But you know, the accents get me every time. Will you marry me?
I was talking to a Cockney lady from the east end of London the other day....she did sound very intellectual when she asked to use the dog and bone.
Some people here have a sense of humor, it is just that most of us do not read those annoyingly long stories.
It wasn't that long, it was just written really big. Like in Kindergarten. You should have breezed through it like a champ. Geez.
Kindergarten really sucked. All those glue eaters and nose wipers......and me, in the back of the room making balls out of rubber cement.
I remember when I lost my first tooth in Kindergarten...I was all excited because I was going to get rich off of it..... Then I dropped it and the whole class had to spend half an hour or more looking for it. Then I found it in my pocket. It had dropped in there on it's way down instead of hitting the floor. So I dropped it on the carpet and pretended that I found it under a toy. I got $3.
3 dollars did mean a hell of a lot more in kindergarten. Once I remember gettting 40 dollars for my birthday and I was off to empty the local candy section at the convenience store.