Arrr, watch out mateys, t' navy be 'ere t' send ye all to Davy Jones, arrr...

Well it be officially 2007 were I be right now.....so to all aboard tha Twisted Sister, at Wincustomize, JU and Stardock, I be wishin' ye a very, very.......

aye appy new year to ye!

Arrr, watch out mateys, t' navy be 'ere t' send ye all to Davy Jones, arrr...

aaargh ta navy be damned - Davy Jones imself be a guest this ere new year on ta twisted sister! arragghh aarrgghh

Happy New Year Mistress Jenny

Happy New Year Mistress Jenny

aye and a appy new year to ye Tawoods may it bring ye solid footings and joy!

Arrr, watch out mateys, t' navy be 'ere t' send ye all to Davy Jones, arrr...

Arrgg, not hardly. Me breath be enuf to sink their scows!

Arrr, watch out mateys, t' navy be 'ere t' send ye all to Davy Jones,

Wot, wiv that thar bucket o' rusty ol' bolts? Well let's be 'avin' 'e then....cos apart from tha Twisted Sister bein' too much of a match fer that thar bilge infested barge o' yers, us 'aves the most deadly accurate gunner upon tha 'igh seas.

Come o'er 'ere wiv talk of a sea skirmish, will 'e....well them be fightin' words, and ye'll be be singin' a diff'rent tune in an octopusses garden beneath tha waves aafter Po` 'ave fired a few broadsides inta the gizzards o' that that tin tub ye calls a ship. 'Ow can 'e call that deformed lookin' fing a ship, anyhow? Fer Robert Newton's sake, taven't got any bloody sails....an' whar be tha figure 'ead if it be a ship?

Orrrighty then, me 'earties, us 'aves a brig full o' scurvy navy swabs ta scuttle afore us be a partyin' at Stardock....break out tha gunpowder, man tha cannons n' load 'em wiv tha biggest balls ye can find

Afore the grog take me senses, me wishes to wish all ye a very good new year! Anchors away and all that!

Happy New Years to ye Doc

Arrr, watch out mateys, t' navy be 'ere t' send ye all to Davy Jones, arrr...

Thar be more wind than tha Capt. hisself be emittin'

Happy New Years to ye Doc

Aye! Ta New year be a sight better than this one! And may yours be as well. Now where did I leave dat botl o'rum......{hic}

break out tha gunpowder, man tha cannons n' load 'em wiv tha biggest balls ye can find

Thar be more wind than tha Capt. hisself be emittin'

An' that be no mean feat, I'll tell 'e!!!!! so break out tha
cos I be in fine form tonight.

Me thinks us'll 'ave ta hide tha rum frum Doc....apart frum tha fact he's now seein' triple o' everyfing, if'n us don't stop 'im right 'ere n' now, tha resultin' wind 'll be more ferocious than a 'urricane that whipped up outta tha Bermuder Triangle.

An' I'll tell 'e wot, Mistress Jennifer, by tha looks of it, that thar cannon o' yers needs a lot more OOMPHH in it if'n us is gonna scuttle that thar navy barge...I just don't recommend lighting it in front o' Doc.

An' I'll tell 'e wot, Mistress Jennifer, by tha looks of it, that thar cannon o' yers needs a lot more OOMPHH in it if'n us is gonna scuttle that thar navy barge...I just don't recommend lighting it in front o' Doc.

Beggin' ye pardon Capt. but me be believin' that thar is a example of tha Navy scows effect her cannon will be havin' on tha Twisted Sister