Friday, March 11, 2011
Avast Me Hearties.
My brother and I used to play pirates and he would sort of get the phrases screwed up so he was all walking around screaming "Blow me Down" and then we would all have to try and blow him over ... which we never managed ...but had a hell of a good time trying until usually one of us became so light headed we passed out. He would stand with his broken garden rake raised in the air hollering "Shitter me Tivvers" and although none of us knew what the hell he was talking about we did admire the way he tied his own leg up and back and attached part of an old stool to look like he had a wooden leg.
Except then his leg turn sort of blue then black and they couldn't get the rope undone and screaming "Shitter me Tivvers" took on a whole new meaning. The point is you don't need to understand what you are saying to enjoy talking .. we yelled at each other and forced one another to walk to the plank for years ... "a Vats me Harbbies" was another one and the fight over who got to play "Vats" and how you portrayed a "Harbbie." Of course all this improved once we learned to read and the sound on our television got fixed.
I think parents should just stay out of kids way and let them figure out their own lives ... there is time enough for reality to come crashing in and ruin everything. Although I do appreciate their direction on the song Yo Ho Ho .. we had it, "Yo Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum .. 16 men on a dead man's Bum." I blame Dr. Seuss and all that rhyming nonsense .. what chance did we have to guess "chest?" That doesn't remotely rhyme with "rum."
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