Yarr.

Arr, so, this be talk like a pirate day, and we all be glad that it's a Sunday so we're not sitting on our arses in class havin' to listen to the goddamned yammerin' of Kali Rainwater. As it's pirate day, she'd be about singing today. Proud to be a buccaneer, me arse. Walk the plank, bitch.

Now here be the problem. With me senior project (every time I type in 'me' instead of 'my' I feel a little bit more like Angelus, and check my hair for progressive change into a wombat wig), I'll be havin' to write a...a...nooooovel. Now, this novel used to be on the end of the wooooorld, if ya know what I mean. But one day, by the powers, the muses stopped speakin' to me, an' all my thought be lost. So now I be writing this medieval novel about some young lass who runs around in some odd little forest, 'ere.

And all the furniture be up from the floor as we be carpet-cleanin' like the very devil. I've got no inklin' at what might 'a been in that carpet, but we've killed it good, now. On the bad side, I can't get at me room. So, I be here, sittin' like a lunkhead in the dining room surrounded by a whole sea of furniture.

And as bored as a sea bass.

02x03 Midterms quote, TWW

President Josiah Bartlet : Good. I like your show. I like how you call homosexuality an abomination.
Dr. Jenna Jacobs : I don't say homosexuality is an abomination, Mr. President. The Bible does.
President Josiah Bartlet : Yes it does. Leviticus.
Dr. Jenna Jacobs : 18:22.
President Josiah Bartlet : Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I have you here. I'm interested in selling my youngest daughter into slavery as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. She's a Georgetown sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be? While thinking about that, can I ask another? My Chief of Staff Leo McGarry insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself or is it okay to call the police? Here's one that's really important because we've got a lot of sports fans in this town: touching the skin of a dead pig makes one unclean. Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother John for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads? Think about those questions, would you? One last thing: while you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building, when the President stands, nobody sits.

Wordy McFucking Word.