AVAST!
Pardon me, but my pirate is showing.
The last few weeks, I’ve been stumbling around like a drunken old sea-dog.
I shout loud grunty phrases like ARGHHH, especially when I bend over to hike up my pirate pants.
I’ve often had to straighten up my eyepatch so that I have the right perspective (that’s very important).
I ate some Captain Crunch.
I’m a pirate.
And so in the true spirit of soul piracy, today I defiantly hoist a new flag…it’s a red flag.
In the golden age of piracy, during a battle, if a ship refused to surrender when they were clearly beat, the other ship would hoist a “No Quarter” flag. It was usually a red flag and it served notice that no quarter would be given. Basically they were saying “you had your chance to go peacefully, but you didn’t. So, now you are going down. We are taking no prisoners and giving no quarter!”
Today I serve notice…
We give no quarter to the belly bully.
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