(Today is Talk Like A Pirate Day)
Annnnd me mateys it make Sam's Meatloaf day... arrr me parrot concurs. Sadly, Sam has walked the plank and is no longer with us... at least to make this gruel... next time...
Here's the booty you need to steal:
Then ya put it in a scabby bowl and get ya wench to mix it...
argggg, thats some egg (chicken juice), onion (tear gas), green pepper (tasty), oats (useless unless you're a parrot), salt, pepper (in me eye!!) and I've 'ad too much rum to remember what else...
yuck yuck yuck yuck grooooosssss, arrrrrgggg
I have scurvy!!!!!!!
For the topping, aka sail on this vessel, we need ketchup, hot sauce and sugar... where is my wench?!?!?
HOLY SHIT!!! what is this mess?!?!?! Doth my nose deceive me?!?!? Even Smee thinks this smells odd... too many trips across the Atlantic... the magic translator of Google says.... LOBSTER SOUP!?!?!??! F*CK! now we take a little trip into my mind state at the moment... I sent these emails to my two bestie friends: