Toadfish Monastery

The sound of trumpets break the air......heralding the entrance of the 'The Hat'....who flounces in, casts a monocled eye around the proceedings...

Well, Well I say me pyraty chums......so we're all having a go at this politiking are we......*turns to the Mairs all stood eyeballing each other*

...with a slight sneer on his lips

..."If i'd known it was gonna be fancy dress......I'd 'ave dressed down"

..and then casts his monocle around for the shapely gert.......dribbling slightly

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Emilio's granny tranny did Vestibule Design during the small expansion era that would later be known as "Purple Tulip of Rambunctiousness Week". Captain Gruehenhaphartz was known to dislike the Belgians, their waffles, Eddie Mercx, the perpetual rain and Brussel sprouts. Idiotic parasites would run free over the vestibules of impoverished snail shells of humble mutant whelks.

"Gadzooks, sirrah!" quoth Admiral Herbitch of Doggeral Bank. " The spirketting mavostis have filched the communion champagne and gone beserk. Fetch me musket Seaman Peabody !". He then leapt over
the parapet and crashed right into Lara Croft.

"Ai say Ma'am," he wined. "Get...", he got whacked about the unmentionable but nonetheless widely broadcast and very extremely dubious hand signals

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Emilio's granny tranny did Vestibule Design during the small expansion era that would later be known as "Purple Tulip of Rambunctiousness Week". Captain Gruehenhaphartz was known to dislike the Belgians, their waffles, Eddie Mercx, the perpetual rain and Brussel sprouts. Idiotic parasites would run free over the vestibules of impoverished snail shells of humble mutant whelks.

"Gadzooks, sirrah!" quoth Admiral Herbitch of Doggeral Bank. " The spirketting mavostis have filched the communion champagne and gone beserk. Fetch me musket Seaman Peabody !". He then leapt over
the parapet and crashed right into Lara Croft.

"Ai say Ma'am," he wined. "Get...", he got whacked about

Oh roight.......where's me little brolly for it then? 

*Takes Gert aside to Hexplain that wen yooose comes from the Land of Scotia, that De wearing hove the Sporran is a compulsory fixture, did you not notice Big Ear's sporran made from a small rodent....so fashionable in the late 1750's. Finds himself fixated with Gerts W o' MD's and tries stop the dribble running down 'is chin*

*Slips into a quit corner and tries to see if he could get raydeeo 6 on his hat*

Long arm.....ovvv de leeeeeuuuuuuuuuw

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Emilio's granny tranny did Vestibule Design during the small expansion era that would later be known as "Purple Tulip of Rambunctiousness Week". Captain Gruehenhaphartz was known to dislike the Belgians, their waffles, Eddie Mercx, the perpetual rain and Brussel sprouts. Idiotic parasites would run

I have checked me sporran and I am mostly flush with....


...Luncheon Vouchers, bring on the IMF demise

Ah my appointment with Madame Cyn approaches..

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Emilio's granny tranny did Vestibule Design during the small expansion era that would later be known as "Purple Tulip of Rambunctiousness Week". Captain Gruehenhaphartz was known

...whips out his Sou Wester from his sporran and swops it with Fine and Dandy hat ......which he carefully folds and puts back into his sporran....well the size has already ben noted 

and manages to slip in some senna pods to Pachys Keg ( with handle)

...that should keep him running.....

..And like Michael ha' seen most of this world ......out o' er window
And by Neptune she doth handle her Flintlock wih such consumate skill, whilst the wind caresses her hair as she strides amid her poopdeck....




WHAT THE THUNDER AND BLAZES AM I DRINKING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*notices Big Ears has stumbled in and hides his money pouch in his sporron*


..and what is this PC world you speak of, pray tell........we only live in this world and rumour has it, it is flat with slightly bevelled edges...




...sidles over to bluenose to discuss wether he needs some illict brasso he's recently come in to.......fell of the back of a schooner youse know

*Staggers in to pub in a most dishevelled manner, wild eyed and ranting summat bout finding his *tinted net*

I'll have at least 2 pints of Backlash and one o' em famous brasso chasers please young Darlica please...........found me way back, ruddy amazing me lubberlies........*quoffs desperately*

*He suddenly notices Darlicas W's O' MD and all is well with the world *

*editors note*
W's O' MD is the fond term for them there secret Weapons O' Mass Distraction...they said they didn't exist .....they blardy well do if youse squint long enuf*

*The entrance is magnificent, the swagger is wide and lary it was just a shame the feathers were ripped orf' 'is 'at by them there meat jig hooks hung over the door*

'"Avaaaaaaaaaaaaaaast there me lumbagoe ridden compatriots'

'Captains Whatever all round.........join me at me the table and throw some knives at the dartboard'

*practices his leering at Darlica.....ends up looking like a constipated Orang-u-tang with a 2 Durian fruits stuck in 'is gob....oh well*