Jul 5, 2006

Day 5 (Retroactive)


It wasn't on Duckabush Loop, Duckabush Drive, or any other form of Duckabushness. It was on Mallard Lane and I hereby point the finger at MY MOTHER and blame her for any and all illegal activities I may have conducted. (I should work an "allegedly" in there somewhere, I suppose).

"Officer, really, it wasn't my fault, you see, my mom said it was on this street..."

Oh, all right. I guess that probably wouldn't have worked.

Norrington: No additional shot nor powder, a compass that doesn't point north,
[looks at Jack's sword]
Norrington: And I half expected it to be made of wood. You are without doubt the worst pirate I've ever heard of.
Jack Sparrow: But you have heard of me.


Guy said...

According to Mapquest, we were SO close--probably within 300 feet. Of course, The Law wouldn't have found that acceptable--close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

Guy said...

And if we had gotten caught, at least your parents could have come in handy as convenient legal counsel.

Anonymous said...

Hmmm, I seem to recall the conversation going more like "I don't know how to describe where it is . . ."