Because you can't spell party without "Arrr"


So you missed my first annual pirate party... Well that is too bad. Here is a brief recap of what you missed.


A scurvy lot...

Of frightening bucaneers

A minor mishap

An experience filled with thrills and chills

And the shots were heard for miles

Water torture

The dreaded rack


Because nothing is more frightening than the fact that my friends care enough to dress up like pirates to tell me "Happy Birthday."


Thanks guys!!!

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