Humanitarian

at around evening time on Saturday, the 28th of June 2003 by Chad

My Pirate name is Captain Jack Vane.

Even though there’s no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you’re the one in charge. You tend to blend into the background occaisionally, but that’s okay, because it’s much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!

Works for me.
A good day today. Friends came over for unlucky barbequed animal flesh. Jason came over for a while, and we a burger on the grill for him to. Then forgot all about it for half an hour. When we finally looked at it, it was about the size of a silver dollar. A slight touch with the spatula had it crumple to pure dust, just like those horror movies where the sunlight hits the wussy vampire. Scott and his son Lee were watching animes with me and trying to exhaust the dog. Its been 4 hours since they left and Streak is still asleep. They did a good job.
Everyone needs a good day once in a while. I mean, one of those satisfying, excellent days. Damn, I have to mow the lawn tomorrow. What kind of pirate has to mow his own lawn? Sheesh.