"Watch for t' wigglin' and rapidly steer your prow fore." Capt'n DonJonLongDeck
Chelsea Hotel (MP) - Capt'n DonJonLongDeck has be gracious enough to provide a lesson for our members...
Arr, Me Vagina Whispering Hearties,
T' Women love ye Pirate... Last night, I was at t' was at a littl' party, it was a group o' beautiful hipsters, a smatterin' o' artists, and one Amaroti Pirate in t' crowd trawlin' for booty... some very fine booty for sure. As Amaroti Pirates we have been taught that a good effort is better than a grand exit... So we never abandon ship.
Today, I will offer ye bilge rats a smatterin' o' me efforts, one in particular that may help. Capt'n Zan has given us our orders; one written in beautiful prose, that "Life is a Dance." It is in this profound thought that lay the path t' grand treaayes... yes the booty of ye eayes is in t' Dance o' Life.
Arr, but here is me lesson... I spotted a glowin' bronze beauty wigglin' impatiently across t' room... Avast, what a beauty... My hornpipe was tinglin' smartly. She had shaply thin legs t' depth o' t' Atlantic wrapped in tight dark denim that landed on a rollin' fertile island wit' a narrow shoreline sweepin' t' petite pronounced hills firmly peakin' t' the sky. Dark black flora that glowed in t' moonlight. Ahoy, Prepare to be boarded... Now, put ye grog down mates, and listen carefully.
T' wigglin' means she has t' dance in her body... t' Dance o' Life, mates... T' wigglin' is a sign callin' t' Amaroti Pirate... Ahoy, ya' must have t' Dance o' Life as well... Be a Dancin' Amorati Pirate.
She was a wigglin' to t' music tryin' to get her mate to move with her, but he was a hipster bung hole and couldn't see to it. Now keep in mind this was not a dancin' venue and t' squeamish, t' hipster, and t' self-conscious are afraid of t' Dance o' Life. At the perfect moment, I began to dance with myself near t' beauty of me eayes, t' only mate dancin' in fact. I saw from her movement that she must dance, she could not stop movin'. In a mere fraction of a minute t' Ol' Sea Dog had her in hand... she came to me, before I could approach... she was lured into my quarters by t' Dance o' Life.
T' rest is future history...
T' lesson of t' story? Watch for t' wigglin' and rapidly steer your prow fore.
Fair Winds, Me CVA Hearties, I am
Capt'n DonJonLongDeck of t' Frigate Bootylicious
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