2014

 

 
Just like every year for the past 171
years without fail, We Pirates took
our revenge against the Lawyers,
Yuppies and Comparative Lit Majors
of this fair city of Port-Land.

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Pirates are fueled by RUM! We managed ta get our grubby mitts on a cask or two o' Calico Jack Rum this year (it, er, fell off the back of a smaller, less well-armed ship ... in a totally legitimate manner, ye see ...)

 

 

 

The fine wares from Cindie's help us Pirates pass the long nights at sea. And on land. Sometimes in sort of a swampy place. Oh, and this one time in a cave! It was grand...

 

 

 

They say "any port in a storm," but some ports have a lot more slips, if'n ye know what I mean... I'm sayin' ye can get yer timbers shivered. It be a place full o' booty. X marks the G-spot. Blow everyone down. There be activity below decks.
 
Sex. I'm talking about sex. It happens here.

 

 

 

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