Thread: Bad news, gloom and disappointment

Oh, rats! I got an email from the lasses and to make a long story short, they went to a big party at the Flora-Bama last night, met these "AWESOME guys" and they are no longer qualified to perform under the original description. They also wrote that the diaphanous dresses are full of sand and smell like tequila and the golden sandals are gone somewhere---they can't stop giggling long enough to sing, and they plan to spend the weekend at the F-B to see if those guys come back.

The free Bubble-Up and Rainbow Stew is probably held up in committee, too.

Mr. Wire. Really? Your impossible. I was so looking forward to your gala return to, with the rainbow stew and virgins...

Wow, another failed promise, I thought you said: "If like your diaphanous dresses, you can keep your diaphanous dresses, period."

We must all face the grim reality concerning young women---Girls Just Wanna Have Fun! (But not with us old farts.)

Maybe the unicorn will be back and we can pet him---but no, they are only enticed by virgins and the ones I had lined up have disqualified themselves.

My life.. Blew out my flip flop, stepped on a poptop
Cut my heel, had to cruise on back home,
But there's booze in the blender,
And soon it will render,
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.

not really sure what diaphanous mean; them are long words for us humble pirates…

I don't know either Cotton...I will ask my wife...she bought one of those at Omar the Tent Maker over in Jackson

You'll know it when you see it---make you bite your tongue and get cross-eyed 'cause you can almost see through it.