Keith Richard's As A Pirate? Outrageous!!

I saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest last night. I did not enjoy it as much as the first one. I saw the first installment one afternoon a few summers ago. I had had just been dumped by my girlfriend of the time (oh poor Mr. Bitter sniff sniff). That was right after I had just helped her move into her new apartment. The heavy lifting was over. So instead of going to work and starring at the walls in alternating fits of anger and sadness, it decided to go to a movie and stare at a movie screen in alternating fits of anger and sadness. Well much to my surprise the film put the wind in my sails and ... fired up the old pirate thing there ... ARRRR! You know. For two and half hours I forgot my heart had just recently been ripped from my chest and shoved right up my ass.
The circumstances surrounding the sequel were much less grim. Polar opposite, actually. Missus Sour and I attended a 10:45 showing. Our first Pirate experience as engagees. It was one for the scrap book, certainly. Although Missus Sour does have this habit of asking at the most inopportune times what’s going on when if she were to just continue watching for a few minutes her question would be answered. So she inevitable talks over the answer. But she’s the love of my life so I guess it’s a small price to pay for the happiness she brings me ever day.
Anyway, this is long way of getting to my little anecdote. As we left the theatre there was a small band of people in Pirate costume, waving a Pirate flag and hooting. For a second I thought: The Pirates of the Caribbean have won the World Cup.