How do we poppify it? there's already 3 pictures of Judith Light here. i don't know what more i can do.

There was this crazy old sea captain who retired from the sea; he bought a little white house on top of a hill overlooking a small seaside village and lived there all alone. He converted the windows to portholes and the stairways to ladders, scraped the rust off everything and had it ship-shape in every way. Out in the yard he mounted a small cannon, which he fired off to sea every day at precisely noon. He associated with nobody except the lad who brought him groceries and other things from the village, and even then he mostly hauled the basket up to his window with a rope and pulley. He had a peg leg, of course, but didn't make much of it, since he wore good long canvas pants at all times.

He spent much of his time with his glass, looking out towards the horizon for passing ships, and sometimes studying the village, too. He got to know all the streets and shops, and even many of the people as they passed in and out: those who bought pork chops and those who bought lamb, and what kind of hats and gloves they bought and where. One shop in particular was important to him, the shop of the watchmaker, who sold clocks and repaired them, and had a large clock hanging outside (a real one, showing the time, hanging from two heavy chains) as his sign. It was by this clock that the sea-captain set his own watch, for in the days of which I tell, radio and television had not yet been invented.

So that while the villagers did not know the sea captain, he knew them, and one day he decided to go down and have a closer look. He went to the butcher, the shoemaker, the baker and the dry-goods store. Nobody knew him and he didn't tell. When he went to the watchmaker's he spent some time looking at the displays and asking some technical questions about the tools and such. Then he asked how the watchmaker set the time on his clocks, and the man said, "Well, there's this crazy old sea captain who lives up on that hill there, and every day exactly at noon he fires off this cannon...

BlondeByDesign thanks for the FridayHugs darling and as we were leaving, David Liebe Hart was sitting outside in a folding chair singing some crazy incomprehensible shit with a dog puppet on his hand.

"I'd rather watch 80 minutes of Megan Fox's pulsing pink asshole. Yeah I know she's a skank but you're a fag if you don't want to drill her. I think it says that in the Bible somewhere."

Kill the catchphrase