Ahoy! There be storms a brewin' on the SS. 9th Councilmatic District. Hoist to the missen-mast, weigh anchor to the port side, and ready the six pounders. Six gallons of grog to the scurvy dog that brings me the head of the scallywag.
Yarr!
The Optimist says: "The Glass is Half Full." The Pessimist says: "The Glass is Half Empty." The Bureaucrat says: "What we need are 5 glasses, 1/10th the size." The Angry Drunk Bureaucrat says: "Where's my damned bourbon?"
Ahoy! There be storms a brewin' on the SS. 9th Councilmatic District. Hoist to the missen-mast, weigh anchor to the port side, and ready the six pounders. Six gallons of grog to the scurvy dog that brings me the head of the scallywag.
Yarr!
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