Breasty Pirate Enrages Local Priest, article.
'I curse you. I curse this place. I want to see this destroyed. I want her destroyed.'
If he really spoke like that, he is rather out of touch with the world.
(By the way, I don't think there's such a word as "breasty". It must be one of those words newspapers make up for their headlines.)
(Update: actually the title refers to the article which lead me there.)
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I don't think there's such a word as "breasty"
You might be right here. I only found the term "breastworks" in Cassell's slang dictionary.
:-)))))
Hm...let's try something, here: "Busty-Breasted Pirate Enrages Local Priest"
That's quite a...tongue-twister! Try saying that more than once! lol!
Anybody else got any ideas?! Pascal?! :-)
Good grief, don't encourage him!!!
eolake said...
"Good grief, don't encourage him!!!"
Well you know that he'll be FUNNY, Eo! lol! ;-)
Come on, Passscallll; where are yoooou?! Yoo...hoo! ROFLMAO! ;-)
(just *playin'* w/you, Eo! lol!)
Damn right its indecent. People are going to get the wrong ideas about pirates. They might think they're not the fine upstanding do-gooders that history has shown them to be.
Mad week is finally over, once I catch up on my late sleep I'll do the same on this blog.
My bro was visiting from the States, for a tiny week. If you know what a relative's visit means in Lebanon, I need say no more.
Reminds me of Africa: when somebody takes a leave from work to attend a funeral there (in Nigeria and Madagascar, for the places I know of), don't expect them to be done before a month has passed. :-)
Plus, the stress again gave me an "almost-zona". Meaning, the symptoms were clear, but they came and were gone within less than half a day. Last time, they lasted one or two days. I must be doing something right with my health to heal this quickly.
It's twice a good news, because the specific treatment for Zona is damn-blasted expensive in this scoundrels' nest of a country, arr! Blatant piracy in broad daylight, 'tis what it is!
And there I thought I was proficient in English. Never knew about such a thing as a "good" grief before. Is it related to encouraging?
Meanwhile, just for my very special fan TC (meet me backstage after the show, baby), here's an impromptu ("in prom p'tooey!") warm-up Pavarottian exercise:
"Oh, boy oh boy! Big bosom-boobied bucaneer babe-a-licious beauty brings bonehead bigot bonkers, blue, and babbling baloney bull-poop."
[Be careful, the final word is a sneaky trap!]
Methinks the good inquisitor is just feeling frustrated at his foolish chastity commitment this day, aye? Shiver me timbers, raise me bloomers, me mast are baiting, ahoy, sally forth!
As they say in French to mean one's not completely insensitive: "I'm not made of wood, you know."
Well, not entirely, anyway! :-D
Nighty-night, mateys. This pirate needs his shut-eye. I mean, the eye I has left, arr!
Take a female pirate statue and add an offended Catholic priest and you have excellent advertising for a small antique shop.
Joe
Funny, all! Thanks, Pascal! I needed the laugh! You never disappoint! :-)
"Methinks the good inquisitor is just feeling frustrated at his foolish chastity commitment this day, aye?"
You never know, Pascal. I found it interesting that he even knew that there was anything but just *porn* in his line of work, let alone know how to categorize this *gurl pirate* as *soft porn*?! lol!
Hope you got some decent *shut-eye*...whichever eye you've got left to shut, Matey; Oh, and...that you took your wooden leg off, you "fine upstanding do-gooder" Pirate, you! ;-)
small towns, small minds, in my experience Im surprised the shop owner hasnt been accused of being a pedophile yet
Ah, what a picture! Precocious Pam Anderson as a Pirate Princess - truly breastacious, indeed !
actually to me it looks like a transvestite, I wonder if the priest would still feel threatened if it was a man with silicon implants
"A man with silicon implants"? Yikes! Like, jinkies! Thanks for the image, Sukiho, now I'm going to need even MORE than my regular tri-weekly therapy!
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Let's just hope that ruckus-raising raggedy robed rabid rogue rabbi didn't hear you and get turned on by the thought, raging rubbery one style! With them frickin' frackin' sassafrassin' fine fanatic folks such as fire-and-fumin' fag Father Feminophobe Fink from Schuylkill, I've come to expect the worst. I've heard from reliable source what it is exactly they pray for at these seminars.
Maybe THAT's why he's so educated in pornography Glassification.
(No, that's not a typo: I expect him, like the former President, to have found God at the blunt bottom of a big bottle o' bubble-brain-boiling booze.)
"I'm surprised the shop owner hasnt been accused of being a pedophile yet"
Probably just a matter of time. :-(
Them impetuous impotent inquisitionists are impossibly long to warm up. 'Cause it takes more heat to burn a stake than to cook a steack. (Meat metaphor fully intended, wink-wink nudge-nudge.) Yep, they're slow to get "warmed up". Hence the bitterness of their repressive rants.
Joe,
That's another elegant way to sum it up. :-)
You'd think by now these townie frownies would've learned not to play the "give 'em free worldwide advertising" game!!!
They don't get dragged into such a game, they heartily horseride hunt after it with heated horns and howling hound hordes. Heavens, how horrid! And heavily histrionic, hopefully.
(Woops! Professor Higgins, I've swallowed a marble.)
The pain from strain speaks mainly through fun vein.
I'm on a roll, baby!
"Truly breastacious, indeed !"
As long as she doesn't look crustaceous... Or is it crustacean?
Ah well, both are better avoided for a hottie!!! :-D
"Hope you got some decent *shut-eye*...whichever eye you've got left to shut, Matey"
That's always easy to tell! Whichever one isn't in a glass of water next to my hammock, I shut.
Two drunk braggarts are betting-bragging in a Boston bar:
- I betcha two hunnerd dowll... dorrals... bucks, [hickup!] thaaat ah kun bite my left eye.
- No way! You're on.
The guy takes off his glass eye, and bites it.
- Unn guezzshwhat? I y'am a-bettincha fffive hunret, uh, green ones, that I kun bite my RIGHT eye too!
- Ah cayn shoore see ye're not blind, so you're not pulling your trick again on me. A grand says yeh can't!
The guy takes off his false teeth, and bites his right eye.
"Oh, and...that you took your wooden leg off"
Up standing, aye, that be me, lassie. You know when I said "I'm not made of wood, you know"? Well, let's just say I'd have a hard time undoing my pants to remove what wood I have.
But I'm not telling whether the problem lies with the undoing or the removing. Use your dirty-minded imagination, all you satanic statuphile hellbound heathen hotstallions. Arrr!
(Um... shouldn't that have been "rapscallions"? Bah, potayto, tomahto...)
My verif : "lordepum"
(Lordy porn? My, that would explain a lot about that whole bizarre story!)
Amen.
You're a NUT, Pascal! Eo knew what he was talkin' 'bout when he "good grief"ed me! lol!
:-) Thanks for the laughs! :-)
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