In these waters, there be monsters

So I was at my nephews grad party this weekend. Thanks to K, I was sporting a nice new t-shirt. Some lady I don't even know comes up to me to comment "What does your skull and crossbones mean?"

"I'm a pirate" I tell her.
She gives me the look. So I decide to take her for a ride.
"Last year, I committed piracy on the high seas. And in doing so, now I'm a pirate."
"In fact, "I continue, "This year I helped Ryan (my nephew) commit piracy on the high seas. He's a pirate too."
This woman is obviously distressed, and Ryan's mom, Ann, sees it. She comes over to explain how I took Ryan on a cruise this year and I come clean and explain how we copied CDs (piracy!) so that we could say we were pirates.
I don't think she got it.

But at least maybe she'll stop asking dumb ass questions to stangers.

Pictures do say 1000 words

It was like the artist had me in mind when he designed this.



One day in 1997, I went to lunch with a friend of mine, as we often did. We went to Taco Bell, which I often did.
I ordered a cheese burrito (cheesarito) and a chilito. I unwrapped the two and lathered on the Fire sauce (but I don't think they had Fire sauce back then, just hot and mild).
I stuck the two together, and rolled them up.
Joe starts laughing as we're eating.
"You eat that thing like you're making love to it"