Yarr! This be a game whar ye writes a sentence on a piece of paper. Arr. Then ye gives the paper to some other scurvey sod, who draws a picture of the sentence. Tarr! Then they folds ye sentence back and gives the paper to another mangey fish-licker, Who writes his own caption, then he be foldin' back the picture and the game goes on! Blagarrr! Rarrr!

Yarr, Ye may be perusin' these sample games from me own harty crew.

March 20, 2001

Money isn't the root of all evil; loose women help too.
I'm really braindead tonight.
Don't knock my socks or I'll clean your clock!
You get what's in the box. What's in the box?... NOTHING!! STUPID! You so stupid!!
The Space Needle: Tourist trap or monument to a generation of people with sex complexes.
So then Brainy says: "I'm out of smurf? You're out of smurf! This whole system is out of smurf!!"
I have to pee.
Only thing I could never stomach about Santa Carla... All the damn vampires.
Ben's sister is hot.
My Guitar is a fish.
And then I filled her lungs with cheese, and pushed her over the side of the boat.
Kismet, fate, destiny, all one, and mine.
Get off my back Grandma!

March 21, 2001

Not that they die, but that they die like sheep.
Fizzle me, you; I'm hungry now.
D&D 3rd edition sucks ass.
What can you do with four dead monkeys?
Ooo ee ooo, you look just like Buddy Holly.

March 23, 2001

Write anything that comes into your head.
Jimmy, the gay athletic piece of driftwood, jogged through the park.
Pregnant lamps deliver cool florescent bulbs.
To try and upstage the statue of liberty, the Sealanders installed a giant "Wobbly hula doll from the '70s."
Abby cuts the crusts off her pickle sandwiches
Damn it feels good to be a lesbian
Two flying monkeys can carry a coconut if they hold hands.
Then I rolled it up and beat him like a naughty puppy.
People are reading about gloom and doom and job losses.
I wish I had a zebra pie.

Yarr, here be some other fine I'pupukat sites.
Chrisboy The meme she be a-spreadin! Arr!
Zot's Screaming Yellow Eatpoopyoucat page Be back, and better than ever ye dogs! But if ye be one of that mother-lovin' crew. Know that my name be "scary BUG" not "scaryburg." Scaryburg? No sense that me makin', garr!
Alexandra Finger YAY! I MEAN "ARRRRRR"!

Now! Back to keel-haulin' that Wesley Crusher! Arr!