Ignore this blog...it's just me making a mental note online, so in the near future, I can recall and go "Oh, yes, I remember!" and proceed with my life.

PIRATE PARTY!!!

When: Not yet decided. Me bucko.
Where: On the good ship Yarrrr! (138 Saddle Crest Close NE) <---That's gonna be my house. Teehee!
Why: Because I'm a bloody pirate. That's why, ye lubber.

Okay...now for the rules. The pirate ship Yarrrr is a ship of manners and discipline. With a healthy dosage of plundering, pillaging, and watching movies on the side. No rape.
Rule #1: I am a Captain for partial if not full nudity, but let us keep in mind this Captain's mother, who is, in fact, a Nazi. So clothes on please.
Rule #2: Pirate ships are like a family unit. Thusly, we do not fight or allow the COA to affect a family member. FIGHT THE CLOUD OF ASS!
Rule #3: Pirate termonology is to be used at all times. Me hearty.
Rule #4: Although all pirates are reknown for being drunk 87% of the time, there will be only Grog. And by Grog, I mean watered down rum. And by rum, I mean Diet Coke. In short, no drinky drinky.
Rule #5: When a rule is broken, there are punishments. An hour in the brig, keelhauling, swabbing the deck, being whipped with a cat-o-nine-tails, and going to Davy Jones's Locker. Having to sleep in the basement with nothing but your underpants for warmth.


Now, me ne'er do well cads, you must have a pirate name. I'm Captain Kat Possum. My First Mate is Tristan, who will need a better name. My Second Mate has yet to be selected. You must bring pirate booty (food, drink, or board game which will be played in pirate fashion). There will be treasure hunts and the like.


Drink up me hearties, yo ho!


And I'm done. Now I can let it out of my brain and refer to this later for all my details. Hooray!