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Mar92009

A Brief History of Oswego, NY

In 1776, gold was discovered by Christopher Columbus on the west coast of America. He sent a local female Indian by the name of Pocahontas back to the UK to tell the Queen. Queen Elizabeth, without hesitation, decided to send an armada of ships to explore, settle, and mine for the gold. When the new settlers arrived, it did not take long to realize that the hike to the west coast was too long and arduous a mission so they decided instead to build colonies on the east coast of this new world.

english ships and the spani A Brief History of Oswego, NY

Word travelled back to the queen that the settlers were not obeying her command so she sent an army of pirates, by giving them three free boats (Nina, Pinta, Santa Maria), to reinstate an old law known as premonocta on the new American families.

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Mar92009

Redneck Pirates Destroy House





Mar92009

Pirate Week.

Yes folks, this week is dedicated to pirates here at TCM. Your probably thinking, how retarded is it that a pirate themed website is having a week dedicated to pirates? Come to think of it, that is quite stupid. But TCM is full of stupidity.

PirateDog Pirate Week.If you think about it pirates have influenced everyone’s lives in some way.  Take the mailman for example. His job is to deliver the mail, much like pirates who’s job was to deliver death and destruction with an occasional rape here and there. The mailman carries mace on his hip to ward off crackheads and dogs. Pirates carried swords on their hips to swashbuckle and stab people they were robbing, hijacking and raping. Not to mention to fight off the occasional sea monster. Mailmen carry bags with peoples mail in it. Pirates carried bags full of booty, makeshift bombs, bones or anything you can think of…quite possibly even mail. Mailmen drive around mail trucks from house to house delivering the mail. Pirates sailed around from town to town owning the shit out of each one, delivering yet again, death and destruction with a side of rape.

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Feb272009

Memorable Childhood Experience…

This is more of a personal experience than a TCM one.  I figured I would share it with the world…cause you know everyone worldwide checks this site out.

I guess you can trace the experience back to the beginning with my love of pirates.  I’m sure all of you know about Santa Claus coming around your neighborhood on the local fire engine throwing out candy canes or hosing everyone down with eggnog.

It began like any other night.  I just downed a 12er of Ecto-Cooler and was trying to catch my dog and put it in the ghost trap when in the distance I heard the distinctive sound of fire engines.  I knew it was Santa coming around spreading his holiday cheer all over everybody.  Without hesitation I ran out the front door waiting impatiently for the fat man to come around.  A few minutes passed by but I could still hear the sirens coming closer and closer.  A few more minutes passed by and the Ecto-Cooler was beginning to wear off.  Then just as I was about to go back inside thinking it wasn’t our night, turning down the street was Santa and his fire engine.  I was quite excited seeing this, and pooped my pants.  I mean what kid doesn’t want to meet Santa, even if you are Jewish, Muslim or Retarded.

As I looked down the block watching the truck coming down, I noticed it was going quite fast to be handing out goodies, something didn’t look right.  The truck kept getting closer at a high rate of speed.  As it neared I noticed that Santa had been tied up and gagged and the truck was hijacked by a band of pirates!  It was an amazing spectacle.  They sped by waving their swords shouting and babbling chicken.  I first knew they were pirates because they replaced the American flag that was on the truck with a good ol’ jolly roger (see header image on this site).  You could immediately point out the pirate captain because he was standing on Santa like Captain Morgan with sword raised in victory.  I suppose he had a little Captain in him (awkward laugh to self).

Before I could even say or think anything, they were gone.  In amazement, I immediately went into the house, walked over to my parents liquor cabinet, pulled out the rum, broke the top off with my teeth and began to drink.  I was a 10 year old badass.  That my friends, is why I am an abusive alcoholic.

That was word for word, my first talk at my first AA meeting.


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