Good stuff, you are “Wedding? I love
weddings! Drinks all around.” You’re the
life of the party and nothing gets you down,
not even certain death at the hands of your
zombie nemesis or the Navy. Come to think of
it, realism isn’t your strong suit…
or, if I go change the one I meandered over,
Hee! You are Jack’s “You have to find
yourself a girl, mate … you’re not a eunuch,
are you?” speech. You’re quite a bit sex-
crazed, and you assume that everyone else is as
horny as you are. Get it on as soon as
possible so that you can join the rest of us on
Planet Earth … I’m sure you’ll have a good
time doing so.
But, hey – either way. Sexy pictures of Cap’n Sparrow!
Not that either of them beat the sheer yumminess of this one –
Duh. You are “But WHY’s the rum gone?!”
You’re not the smartest one in the bunch, but
you’re sweetly appealing and you don’t let
disappointment get to you. Everybody
identifies with you, because let’s face it, why
IS the rum gone?