I take some pride in the fact that I have actually been called “a gold-digging ne’er-do-well” by the mother of one of my dumb boyfriends in the past. She was wrong on both counts, but it still pleases my film noir soul to know that those actual words were actually used to describe me. “That Sheila,” she sneered, “She’s just a gold-digging ne’er-do-well.” It still satisfies!
Now does this look like the face of a gold-digging ne’er-do-well to you?
On second thought, don’t answer that.
You look perfectly normal in that picture.
That’s what I thought! Nothing to see here, move along ….
Maybe a little.
An unsuccessful pirate is by definition a ‘gold-digging ne’er do well’. Right?
Unsuccessful?? Whatever do you mean?
Imagine if this wretched woman had been introduced to this person as her son’s girlfriend. “Hey there, lady, what’s up, where’s the rum.”