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WHY THE HELL WON'T MY MACBOOK RECOGNIZE MY IPOD AND UPDATE THE BITCH?

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

talk like a pirate, mad libs edition

So, I decided to go to work today. I sailed the seven seas in my good ship, the HMS Invincible Honda Civic and arrived late. arrrrr. because I had a dream about raiding the HMS Oz and singing with Kristen Chenowith in Wicked even though I've got no bloody idea why the hell we were on a ship. Arrrrr. And isn't she just so goddamned cute?;) and I had to fight the scurvy dogs of the HMS SUV to achieve my quest. When I arrived, all the moorings were already full and I had to circle the island Workplace in order to find a spot where I could put in, weigh anchor, arrrrr. When I arrived, my boss the terrorific Captain J.D. Attorney told me to get my scurvy arse in gear, arrrr so that I could sit in the hold with a big fucking oar, rowing and rowing and generally doing nothing of importance, since our ship has FUCKING SAILS, but hey, mateys, that's just another day on the job for us low-level pirates.

Later, I decided to go hunt up some lunch, arrrr, and walked the plank to find some. I circled the island Workplace again, and after fishing off the poop deck and some other piratey-sounding stuff finally found salt tack and biscuits with weevils in 'em. or whatever the fuck pirates eat. arrrrrr.. When I climbed the rope ladder back up to the main deck, I set down my cutlass and asked my co-pirate to move her keyboard over a little take the wheel and reef in the mainsail while I ate.

It's going to be a bloody effing long day on board the SS Atwork, mateys, plundering and pillaging along the Spanish Main, because scurvy pirate that I am, I missed the sailing of the SS Atwork, and now I'm stuck here till 10 tonight.

Shiver me fucking timbers, mateys, I hope the weather stays clear.

Arrrrrrrr.

kelly likes shoes.

video proof right here. Not for anyone for whom the "eff-word" is a bad thing--though it's really only a few times. Wacky stuff.

one-year anniversary.

To London, and to Livejournal--thanks for showing your heart along with your head. It was impressive and inspiring, watching your reactions to all of this and seeing people trying first to figure out how to help, and leaving the rest for later.

BWAAAHAAHAAAA!

Let that eagle soar, Ashcroft. Let it fucking SOAR.

Let the Eagle Soar...if you can stop laughing long enough, anyway.

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