Yo ho ho and a bottle 'o Snooks fuckin' rules.

I love Snooks, because they don't half ass anythin'. Not drinkin', not yellin' and certainly not dressin' up like a scurvy pirate. With th' number 'o people competin' fer scurvy pirate points last night I be pretty sure we could have plundered at least th' Liquor Store next door if not th' whole damn apartment complex across th' street. Instead th' regulars were content to take th' quiz captive while a few new teams intrigued by our eye patch antics joined th' sword fight.

Look at all them pirates! It takes a lot 'o geek and a lot 'o drink to get that many pirates in one bar!

And while I be sure th' eye patch clad lot 'o us did our part to stir everyone's curiosity it was th' Snooks Cup that took th' stage. Along with sportin' some scurvy pirate blin' th' trophy got fancy with new shoes and th' newly unveiled Tru Geeks logo. Check it out, we're shoutin' some serious dedication here.

Does your team have a logo? I didn't think so.

Speakin' 'o Tru Geeks, their secret weapon Mary Kay was kickin' ass and takin' names last night, collectin' bonus question mead like a true scurvy pirate. Not to be discouraged by her powerful mental capacity new player Butt Jam took his bonus rounds seriously by demandin' one durin' Round 2. Fortunately no one made him walk th' plank fer his ignorance.

They did however give a go' to make me walk th' plank fer askin' who "sweats to th' oldies" and puttin' th' image 'o Kirstie Alley in their minds. Fortunately Snooks be quick to forgive and scores skyrocketed when I played them some 'o their favorite masturbation music.

After warmin' up with some sword fightin', plank walkin', an' even some sword swallowin' we moved into th' Inevitable scurvy pirate Round whar th' mead started to flow more freely along with more shots and more slurred speech.

On guarde!

Realizing that the cool kids actually dress up, Alex makes a desparate attempt to either become cool, or off himself.

Sly Scallywag Lainey 'o Stinky Pickles finally took home an email bonus prize with her use 'o register tape as answer sheet.

At long last! A cup o' her own!

Somehow we muddled through Six Degress of Scott Bakula as our pirate resolves became sloppy and Flurfie Muff (formerly C2thaF) revealed their lust fer Scott Bakula's sexiness. I thought he was in Davy Jones' Locker?

Round 7 got nothing on this Pirate Booty :

By round 8 th' scores were neck in neck, with the exception 'o newcomers Butt Jam and Wood Chuckers who had all but given up on th' quiz an' any hope 'o taking home the Trophy. Oh and Rod Torfelson who claimed to have an Armada, but came up short on pirate points... and by "short" I mean didn't get any because they didn't dress like pirates and let their points be plundered.

Here's how Pap Smear for Daddy once again ended up takin' home th' booty:

Pap Smear 4 Daddy       74
The Flurfie Muff        67
Rod Torfelson's Armada  64
Tru Geeks               64
Stinky Pickle           51
Wood Chuckers           32
Butt Jam                16

It be some cutthroat competition, but spoils go to the victor!

Oh, an' there were sooo many pirates, we've gone exceeded the number of photos on flicker. Check out all the piratiness here instead.