What gunna th' bond cost? Not goin' to be tellin' ye. Ye have to pay fer roads fer 30 years. I just want ye doubloons. I'm not tellin' you anythin' about t' true cost. Me 'n' these here three scurvy scallywags drug our sorry keesters out t'th'potholes'n'had us a grand great adventuaaarrr!...Just thinkin' 'bout all them doubloons.
Talk Like Pirate Day is on the Agenda again!
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A blast from the past,the Lake Worth Chronicles ,with the fate of Lake Worthless City manager....
Windy-Runt: Hermit, is it true that our ex-city manager, Nike Bornstone, is up for parole again?
Hermit Robertson: Yep. That’s a sad tale for sure.
Les Lackman: What exactly happened? It’s been so long ago…
Hermit Robertson: It happened right after the baseball stadium in old JPP got blown up by the radical male cheerleaders, Martian Passed, Grim Stapherd and Barty Illfeld. City Manager Nike Bornstone went crazy. He thought he was a pirate, kidnapped city clerk Pom Garcia, and tried to hijack the Casino Cruise gambling ship. Poor Pom, an angry mob of senior snowbirds, denied their rights to gamble, trampled her. She was so close to retirement, too.
Windy-Runt: How tragic!
Hermit Robertson: The only attorney that would defend Bornstone was ex-city attorney Gin Tivoli. Then Bornstone had the bad luck to get federal judge Denley Dorsii.
Les Lackman: Dorsii? There’s no tougher judge than Dorsii.
Hermit Robertson: Right. Well, the only person Gin Tivoli could get to speak on Bornstone’s behalf was former Lake Worthless mayor Ron Ex-lax. When Dorsii asked Bornstone to make a statement, he stood up and started shouting “Arghhh, Arghhh!" Poor Nike Bornstone got sixty years in a Federal prison.
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