Ahoy, Mateys! Last year, the Cap’n opined – after all, he loves opining – on the perfect stocking stuffers for yer best asset. The Cap’n got many messages in a bottle from lads (and even some lassies) who appreciated his
Ahoy, Mateys! ‘Tis the season… again. The season when yer most likely freezin’ yer tail off and dreamin’ of summer. When yer bemoanin’ the lack of sun and suddenly understand why the old Celts worshipped that glowin’ orb. In other
Ahoy, lads! Cap’n Jim here to share with ye what we’ve been up to the last few weeks. We received an “invitation” from a certain ‘Lord Mayor’ in a sleepy Irish seaside town that shall go unnamed. A cunning,
Ahoy, Mateys! Today, let’s talk not of the beauty of the beard, but how ye can ruin said beauty. Not that we’d ever do it on purpose. But sometimes even a mighty buccaneer makes mistakes. Let’s start with an all-too-obvious
Ahoy, all ye lubbers, scoundrels, ruffians, rogues, and salts! Now I have heard tell among the crew that me reputation may not be as stellar as it once was. Aye, yer Cap’n be known as many things — pirate, lover,
“What do ye think the teacher’s gonna look like this year?” –Legendary Pirate Captain David Lee Roth Ahoy all ye sailors, lubbers and lovers, It be yer old salt Cap’n Jim here with a quick update. From September 12 through
