To The
Wenches: As long as we are able To lift our tankards from th' table. 
CALLING ALL WENCHES! Email Gertie or Bilge Slut with
pic's, tales, suggestions, etc.
and we will get it posted here on YOUR Wench page. Be a a part of our crew
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A Pirate walks into a pub, notices a very large
jar on the counter, and sees that
it's filled to the brim with gold doubloons. He guesses there must be at least ten thousand dollars in gold. He approaches the barkeep and asks,
"What's with the gold in the jar?"
"Well..., ye pay a gold doubloon, and if ye pass three tests, ye get all the gold in the jar and become
Captain of ye own ship."
The Pirate certainly isn't going to pass this up, so he asks, "What
are the three tests mate?"
"You gotta pay first," says the barkeep, "those are the rules."
So,
after thinking it over a while, the Pirate gives the barkeep a gold doubloon which he drops into the jar.
"Okay," says the barkeep, "here's what ye need to do:
First - Ye have to drink a whole jug of un-cut rum, in 60
seconds or less, and you can't make a face whilst doing it."
"Second - Thar be a pit bull chained in the back with a bad tooth. Ye have to remove that
tooth with ye bare hands."
"Third - There's a 90-year old Wench upstairs who's never had sex. Ye
have to take care of that problem."
The Pirate is stunned! "Me know me paid me gold piece -- but me
not an idiot! Me won't do it! Me have to be nuts to drink down a jug of un-cut rum and then
do all those other things!"
"It be ye call," says the barkeep, "but, ye gold
stays where it is."
As time goes on, the Pirate has a few more drinks and finally says, "Where's the damn rum?!"
He grabs
the bottle with both hands and drinks it as fast as he can. Tears stream from his one good eye --
but he doesn't make a face -- and he drinks it in 58 seconds! Next, he staggers out the back door where he sees the pit bull chained to a pole. Soon, the villagers
inside the bar hear loud growling, screaming, and sounds of a terrible fight -- then nothing but silence!
Just when they think that the Pirate
surely must have met his death, he staggers back into the bar. His clothes are ripped to shreds and he's bleeding
from bites and gashes all over his body. He drunkenly says, "Now..., where's that old Wench with the
bad tooth?"

THE RIGHT COAST CREW RAIDS WATLING


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| SARAH |
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| OBLIVIOUS WENCH SARAH |





| JENNIFER |
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| SMOOTH TALKIN' JANE |

| LINDSEY |
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| RED PRUDENTILLA FLINT |


| MARISSA |
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| POLE DANCIN' WENCH |








| RUTHIE |
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| GOOD WENCH of the NORTH |






| LAELONI |
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| NAVIGATIN' MARIE BONES |



| BARBARA |
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| MAD MORGAN RACKHAM |






| DEBBIE |
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| CRAFTY JEZEBEL HORNIGOLD |

| MINDY |
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| WENCH BALLS McCHINNY |


| ELIZABETH |
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| BUXOM BLACKWATER BETTY |



| TAESHA |
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| 'MUNCHKIN' DORA SPARROW |


| CHRISSIE |
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| CAPTAIN'S LIL SIS |

Wenches just want to have fun. Click on our little drunken Plebe
below. Let's dress him up for a night at The Red Rooster Pub

| THE BILGE SLUT SAYS |
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| YOU KNOW WHEN YOU'VE BEEN BEAT |
Please share any recipe you think the crew may like. Email it either to Bilge Slut or Gunpowder Gertie or submit it to wenches@piratesoffun.com All recipes will be posted for the crew to enjoy.

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