Porn Star Karaoke . . . March 24, 2009

We asked Privateer Pete to head on over to PSK and take a few shots for the site. He was asked to walk-in, take a few shots with permission only, then get the fuck out! We told him that since he is a new guy, he should not hang around, try to get to know everyone there, or party with ’em! Well, he asked us if it would be ok to sing a song or two, get a beer,  and stay for a while. We told him that this would be a bad idea, but he disagreed and said that if he enjoyed his time there, so would the others there.

Check out the shots he came back with, minus the shots of the host as she threatened to kick his ass if he posted them:

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img_00481After he sent us these fine shots, we gave Privateer Pete some constructive criticism. For example, if he goes to take pictures of a birthday party for someone at a McD’s, he should come back with photos of the people there, and not a couple of shots of the Golden Arches!

We don’t recommend new photo guys, or any guys, to do what Privateer Pete did. That is, walk-in to a new place, sit at a booth by yourself, order a beer,  leer at the girls in the bar, then suddenly snap shots with a really bright flash from a plastic, Disney Pirate camera. He just creeped out the girls there, was threatened, and finally kicked out.

Well, here is his version of that evening:

Twas a moon and moody mysterious night. I ware sent to capture the likenesses of Sirens at Sardos. I approached the tavern…er bar and spotted a fine raven haired
one blowin out bit  tobacco. Casually I asked her if it were fittin to snap her image. She replied No! So I proceeded ahead. After securing my identity and age. I strode
astern and ordered a drink from one of the pretty bar maids. While readying me portrait box,; I kept a sharp eye on the patrons at each table seeing which face would
make the best shot. Not being very aware of my surroundings…I began to measure distance and lighting. At that moment a pretty lass hoisted the mic in her hand and
introduced the entertainment fer the night. With the excitement of a paparazzi, I dashed to the front row of tables and began snapping away at her poses catching her
golden hair with furious flash, only to feel the fury of her words.  She warned like a betrayed banshee, that if I was to throw her looks to the net; she’d a have me kilt
and slaughtered. Her fingers fiercely pointed No…no. I began to wright my apology and enter me tune when another wench shouted that I ware docked on a reserved
plank. Thus after being broadsided at all sides, and being curiously rebukingly stared at. I dropped in my ditty and apologized to the Bonnie. T was clear I warn’t get
no pictures this night, but at least twer appreciated by me tropical Caribbean tripp and ol imitation Crab.  Hear Ye…Hear Ye!

Privateer Pete

We asked Privateer Pete if he did a lot of drugs in yer youth, and he said he did, and added that all the problems were due to his camera. We’ll get him another another camera for this Sunday. Let’s hope things improve.

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