Chest of Whores: Booty of the Pirate Hookers

[Gunner Phan]

Pretty close! LOL, but i have been watching that clip and pumping the pause button. :D
are you sure it was the pause button that was pumped?

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[antifan]

are you sure it was the pause button that was pumped?

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Yeah, cause i was sitting on my other hand. But you ruined it, now i guess "the Stranger" isn't going to make a visit. ;) :D

[deeplennon]

We've already had people complain about inappropriate avatars from one of our regulars.

Well lick my creamy twat... what's wrong with Phishy's nipplage?

[antifan]

Well lick my creamy twat... what's wrong with Phishy's nipplage?
Damn, you've got a dirty mouth, Mister. If my left hand wasn't numb, i'd slap you. :D

[antifan]

Actor Chris Penn was found dead today. I was always a fan, starting with "The Wild Life" and through his signature role as "Nice Guy Eddie" in "Resevoir Dogs". No cause of death til the autopsy, but my guess is he died of a heart attack brought on by cocaine. Just a guess, but anytime i see that a forty something celebrity has died, its always the first thing i think of, and i'm usually right.

[Cannon]

Well lick my creamy twat... what's wrong with Phishy's nipplage?Yeah its pretty inconsistent. I pointed out in the Mod's thread on this topic that some threads on BigSoccer have nudity and don't get shut down while Phishy gets grief over a bit of areola. Odd. I guess its all down to whether one of the more sensitive posters sees it and complains. We get more viewers then most and Phishy is all over the place so his gets noticed.

Anyway, I'd prefer the Alba from SinCity to that sea movie.

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[surfcam]

Actor Chris Penn was found dead today. I was always a fan, starting with "The Wild Life" and through his signature role as "Nice Guy Eddie" in "Resevoir Dogs". No cause of death til the autopsy, but my guess is he died of a heart attack brought on by cocaine. Just a guess, but anytime i see that a forty something celebrity has died, its always the first thing i think of, and i'm usually right.

Could be right John. Either way it is sad when someone goes well before their time.

[Gunner Phan]

Could be right John. Either way it is sad when someone goes well before their time.
yeah....i liked his character in True Romance.
RIP.

[arsenalgirl30016]

Morning guys! I seem to have missed all the excitement of nipples and naughty words! ;)

[Gunner Phan]

Morning guys! I seem to have missed all the excitement of nipples and naughty words! ;)
good moanin'.

[HighburyGoon]

Happy Burns Night everyone:

John Barleycorn

There was three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn should die.

They took a plough and plough'd him down,
Put clods upon his head,
And they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.

But the cheerful Spring came kindly on,
And show'rs began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surpris'd them all.

The sultry suns of Summer came,
And he grew thick and strong;
His head weel arm'd wi' pointed spears,
That no one should him wrong.

The sober Autumn enter'd mild,
When he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head
Show'd he began to fail.

His colour sicken'd more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began
To show their deadly rage.

They've taen a weapon, long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgerie.

They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgell'd him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turned him o'er and o'er.

They filled up a darksome pit
With water to the brim;
They heaved in John Barleycorn,
There let him sink or swim.

They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him farther woe;
And still, as signs of life appear'd,
They toss'd him to and fro.

They wasted, o'er a scorching flame,
The marrow of his bones;
But a miller us'd him worst of all,
For he crush'd him between two stones.

And they hae taen his very heart's blood,
And drank it round and round;
And still the more and more they drank,
Their joy did more abound.

John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
Of noble enterprise;
For if you do but taste his blood,
'Twill make your courage rise.

'Twill make a man forget his woe;
'Twill heighten all his joy;
'Twill make the widow's heart to sing,
Tho' the tear were in her eye.

Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
Each man a glass in hand;
And may his great posterity
Ne'er fail in old Scotland!

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[Gunner Phan]

Jethro Tull - 'John Barleycorn' Lyrics (http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/jethro-tull/71207.html)

[Detlef]

Highbury Goon, will you lead us in saying the Selkirk Grace? ;)

[HighburyGoon]

To Scotch Drink:

Let other poets raise a fracas
"Bout vines, an' wines, an' drucken Bacchus,
An' crabbit names an'stories wrack us,
An' grate our lug:
I sing the juice Scotch bear can mak us,
In glass or jug.

O thou, my muse! guid auld Scotch drink!
Whether thro' wimplin worms thou jink,
Or, richly brown, ream owre the brink,
In glorious faem,
Inspire me, till I lisp an' wink,
To sing thy name!

Let husky wheat the haughs adorn,
An' aits set up their awnie horn,
An' pease and beans, at e'en or morn,
Perfume the plain:
Leeze me on thee, John Barleycorn,
Thou king o' grain!

On thee aft Scotland chows her cood,
In souple scones, the wale o'food!
Or tumblin in the boiling flood
Wi' kail an' beef;
But when thou pours thy strong heart's blood,
There thou shines chief.

Food fills the wame, an' keeps us leevin;
Tho' life's a gift no worth receivin,
When heavy-dragg'd wi' pine an' grievin;
But, oil'd by thee,
The wheels o' life gae down-hill, scrievin,
Wi' rattlin glee.

Thou clears the head o'doited Lear;
Thou cheers ahe heart o' drooping Care;
Thou strings the nerves o' Labour sair,
At's weary toil;
Though even brightens dark Despair
Wi' gloomy smile.

Aft, clad in massy siller weed,
Wi' gentles thou erects thy head;
Yet, humbly kind in time o' need,
The poor man's wine;
His weep drap parritch, or his bread,
Thou kitchens fine.

Thou art the life o' public haunts;
But thee, what were our fairs and rants?
Ev'n godly meetings o' the saunts,
By thee inspired,
When gaping they besiege the tents,
Are doubly fir'd.

That merry night we get the corn in,
O sweetly, then, thou reams the horn in!
Or reekin on a New-year mornin
In cog or bicker,
An' just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in,
An' gusty sucker!

When Vulcan gies his bellows breath,
An' ploughmen gather wi' their graith,
O rare! to see thee fizz an freath
I' th' luggit caup!
Then Burnewin comes on like death
At every chap.

Nae mercy then, for airn or steel;
The brawnie, banie, ploughman chiel,
Brings hard owrehip, wi' sturdy wheel,
The strong forehammer,
Till block an' studdie ring an reel,
Wi' dinsome clamour.

When skirling weanies see the light,
Though maks the gossips clatter bright,
How fumblin' cuiffs their dearies slight;
Wae worth the name!
Nae howdie gets a social night,
Or plack frae them.

When neibors anger at a plea,
An' just as wud as wud can be,
How easy can the barley brie
Cement the quarrel!
It's aye the cheapest lawyer's fee,
To taste the barrel.

Alake! that e'er my muse has reason,
To wyte her countrymen wi' treason!
But mony daily weet their weason
Wi' liquors nice,
An' hardly, in a winter season,
E'er Spier her price.

Wae worth that brandy, burnin trash!
Fell source o' mony a pain an' brash!
Twins mony a poor, doylt, drucken hash,
O' half his days;
An' sends, beside, auld Scotland's cash
To her warst faes.

Ye Scots, wha wish auld Scotland well!
Ye chief, to you my tale I tell,
Poor, plackless devils like mysel'!
It sets you ill,
Wi' bitter, dearthfu' wines to mell,
Or foreign gill.

May gravels round his blather wrench,
An' gouts torment him, inch by inch,
What twists his gruntle wi' a glunch
O' sour disdain,
Out owre a glass o' whisky-punch
Wi' honest men!

O Whisky! soul o' plays and pranks!
Accept a bardie's gratfu' thanks!
When wanting thee, what tuneless cranks
Are my poor verses!
Thou comes-they rattle in their ranks,
At ither's a-s!

Thee, Ferintosh! O sadly lost!
Scotland lament frae coast to coast!
Now colic grips, an' barkin hoast
May kill us a';
For loyal Forbes' charter'd boast
Is ta'en awa?

Thae curst horse-leeches o' the' Excise,
Wha mak the whisky stells their prize!
Haud up thy han', Deil! ance, twice, thrice!
There, seize the blinkers!
An' bake them up in brunstane pies
For poor damn'd drinkers.

Fortune! if thou'll but gie me still
Hale breeks, a scone, an' whisky gill,
An' rowth o' rhyme to rave at will,
Tak a' the rest,
An' deal't about as thy blind skill
Directs thee best.

[HighburyGoon]

Highbury Goon, will you lead us in saying the Selkirk Grace? ;)


Some hae meat and canna eat,
and some wad eat that want it,
but we hae meat and we can eat,
and sae the Lord be thankit.

[feej92]

I wish that pic had a reverse angle.


there's some video clips from the movie floating around...there are several reverse angles and lots of...riding up.

[arsenalgirl30016]

so I wonder if Dan is getting excited? He leaves tomorrow for his trip across the pond! :D

[HighburyGoon]

OK, so I know this is OT, but is anyone else still steaming from last night? Not to mention the injury news ahead of Saturday....

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[Bluto11]

so I wonder if Dan is getting excited? He leaves tomorrow for his trip across the pond! :D
um, yeah. you have no idea.

i've already checked out of work for the week.