As far as I can tell, it's where you eat, drink and then all turn on someone and bitch them up to their faces. And they enjoy it. Like a sort of IRLCellar, I guess.

Oh like the "Flava Flave" Roast. Yea. Cool. I guess.

Talk like a Pirate Day is coming up again . . . and it's on Friday this year!

Party Time! Arrrghh!

Have I ever mentioned that I was in a Pirate roleplay guild in ultima online?

noooo . . . are you a dread bonny lass?

Unfortunately, my character was seasick. The ship's medic. He'd sought his fortune at sea to leave behind certain....professional irregularities.

This friday! two days! Arrr.

Roll up and get your pirate name here: here's a few for you to choose from, make your own or request something personalized and/or see if Jim is doing pirate themed user titles -he might if you offer to swab his decks....

Black Brassiere
Captain ORLY
Penis Pugwash
Cap'n Cellarrrrrrr
Pussy Ninetails
Roger the Cabin Boy
Captain Cajones
Moaning Marvin
Barnacle Boy
Rollin' Rick
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Deck Hand Dick
Captain Cock
Whinging Winnie
Blue Boobies
Muff Diver
Polyester Patty
Daaarrrrrrth Vader
Lord Trollmerchant
Nudie Dwellar
Busty Buchannon
Flaming Freddie

Monster you left out Lord Bargepole! I want to be Lord Bargepole...from the dank and tufted regions of my soul...


The Inch has taught his little sister, the Millimeter, "the pirate face" i.e. Arrrgh Matey I will try to capture it on video for Pirate day and put it up on youtube. It is pretty funny seeing a 15 month old try to make a pirate face.

then lord bargepole you shall be....

although Thrasher Threefoot also has a ring to it....

I love talk like a pirate day!

She'll be the millimetaaarrrr, then?

Can I be Muffy Divaarrrrr?

of course.

Arrrgh Thrasher Threeeee Foote does Roll offf the tongue doesn't it? Aye she be the millimetarrrrr, she does. Ye have ta see the face. It's inexplicable it is. I asked the wench, mrs. foote "What is wrong with me dottir?"

"She be making the pirate face don't ya know?" Come the reply. arrgh a chip off the old block and tackle.

A Cellaaarrr Pirate Story


The night air was as still as a newb caught in an LJ quiz, not a molecule moved, and the sloop Cellaaaarrrr bobbed in the ocean like a greengrocer’s apostrophe. The Jolly Roger hung like a spammer's cock.

Thrasher ThreeeeFoote was on the poop deck, toying with the remains of his evil twin brother, Lord Bargepole. He knew he should be dicing him up for the chumbucket but it was hard when the apple of his eye, Millimetaaarrrr was so devoted to her uncle. Besides, they only needed the chumbucket when shark fishing, and he was pretty sure that the nearby creatures were dolphins. Oh wait, damn, they were sharks. No, dolphins. Oh, the huge manatees.

Who stole mah Bukket?” demanded Muffy Divaaarrr. “I need mah chumbukket”. “I has a bukket” said Millimetaaaarrr. Just as Thrasher was about to bung Bargepole’s bits in the bucket for the bait, tw posted and the sails filled, causing the ship to lurch forward at an alarming rate. “All hands on Dana” cried Captain Pat O’RLY. “Deck, I mean, Deck.”


To be continued….

(maybe)