Aaaarrrrr! Har-har! Arrrrrr!

Avast me hearties! I 'ave bin sailin' the seven seas lootin' an plunderin' in my good ship wot-the-feckin-ell-is-goin-on-ere-me-ansum?

Posted here is a carving of good likeness of me, yer cap'n, during a daring adventure as I sailed through tretcherous reef of wrecked farm equipment. The grass was almost four foot high in places! Arrrr!

Shiver me timbers. Ther were a scary night of it. Arrr! But a barrel of grog and nerves of STEEL saw me through it.


Q: Why are pirates, pirates?

A: Because they ARRRR!