Pirate Quiz Night

[Griffin NoName]

Could it be

"What tastes good with lemons?"

?

[Bruder Cuzzen]

Wot did Spot get on 'is burfday ?

[The Meromorph]

Wot do Oi need ter go fishin?

[Bluenose]

Weel dome Mero, wun hunred points.

Griffin, ye forgot abowt the duck, evrywun knows ye carn't eat a duck!

BC, 2 points fer remembrin Spot's berfday, but there were no lit fuze in the list, so it culdent 'ave been roight, roight?

[The Meromorph]

Next Kwestchun, an' I ain't 'urtin' me brain loike this much more, shipmates...


"yer calls this a Yorkshire Puddin' !"

[Griffin NoName]

Is there any tomato sauce?

[Black Bart]

Arrrr...that could be a clue...<thinks>...arrrrr I has it....

Is there any tomato sauce in this Yorkshire Pudding?

[The Meromorph]

Great Cronan's tiddlywinks!
That Bart fella's too smart fer the loikes o' me!


Oi gives 'im all me points, me parrot, wot's left o' me pegleg, these seven conch shells Oi gots in me pocket, and direkshuns ter Madam FiFi's!

[Griffin NoName]

That Bart were cheatin'. 'E stole me brain. Oi's want what's due ter me.

[The Meromorph]

Werrrl, I've got this massage machine me muvver left ter me when she run orff wiv that chinaman...
It's a bit big if yer knows wot I means. So yer'll 'ave ter send a cart. A big cart.

It's abart the length me peg leg used ter be afore the weasel an' creosote incident. It's only as fick as Brudder Cuzzens Poirate Accent, I s'poses that'd be abart twelve inches. An' it weighs abart the same as a full cauldron o' fish 'ead stew, so send sum strappin' poirate lads ter get it onna cart, loike.

'at's all I kin does fer yer, Black Bart got everfin' elses.


Oh! I gots sum pink lacey fing's. Dunno wot they's fer...

[Griffin NoName]

Aaaaaaaaaarrrh!!  That be a wunnerful offer. Oi be sendin' me cabin boys roight away. wot culor be it? Oi don't fink ye sed !  If'n it be pink, Oi wuld tek the lacey stuff too.

[The Meromorph]

Werrl, it moight be sorta pink, loike, inna manner o' speakin'. Oi don't fink they be stains, anyway. Oi'll send alla 'em lacey fings along, 'cos Oi ain't got no use fer  'em yer see...

All Oi needs is me ol' bent 'n rusty cutlas, jus' in case that weasel acomes on back, mutterin' abart creosote. loike it do in me dreams, sum times. They be bad noights, Oi be tellin' 'ee. E'en the rats runs away on them noights.

[Opsa]

What is "What do you call a stain on the floor of the Westminster Dog Show?", Alex?


_{Ohhhh... someone already won the Yorkshire Pudding question.}

[Griffin NoName]

Ter keep yer all 'oppin' 'ere be the next ansser:

madam fifi's enormous milk shake

[Opsa]

'Ow did Black Bart come to have to wear a patch on one eye?