This is a good year for England – USA rivalry. There was that whole World Cup thing or whatever you call it (I’m kidding, I like soccer/football) and, even more importantly, there was the battle for the Guinness world record for Largest Pirate Gathering. The title is currently in US hands, but England looks like it’s going to be making a push for it very soon.

And, while the rest of the world may be more interested in the World Cup, allow me to point out that while both have heaving bosoms and rowdy, intoxicated men. I can pretty much assure you there will be lest hostility at a pirate gathering and NO FUCKING VUVUZELAS!!!

Where was I?
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It’s 11:44pm. Almost Tuesday. There’s not much I was interested in over the weekend anyway. Maybe tomorrow.

For now, here’s a buccaneer via Library of Congress

For people who don’t drink rum Angostura usually means only one thing – bitters.

Oh the things people miss when they don’t drink rum.

Angostura’s foray into the world of rum happened at the turn of the last century, so while you may not have seen their rum in your local liquor store, they’ve been in the game for a while.
Continued after the jump…

Wednesday’s always seemed like a good day for wenches. It’s the middle of the workweek and we could all use a good pick-me-up. Since this is the first wenchy post since the site came back up (even had to create a new category for it) I thought I’d try to get something special in. I think a little marrying of wenchiness and burlesque does the trick well.

Bless your sweet soul, Roxi Dlite. Entertainment after the jump