Yarr! Avast ye scurvy dogs! I be thanking ye kindly for dragging yer briny carcass to this here log on this, the most auspicious of days for fellow freebooters.
Today is Talk Like a Pirate Day. And, be ye out on the briny or holed up in a land of lubbers, today we be releasin' our inner buccaneer upon those worthless buckets of rogue-hatin' chum. And, if ye be findin' yerselves needin' a bit o' help, here's a list t' help ye bilge-rats on yer way: How t' talk like a pirate. And, if ye be needin' a more piratey name, go here, and if yer vessel be needin' t' be christened to fly the Jolly Roger, go here.
Today, I be Cap'n Pete Ropeburn, and me colors be wavin' from the masts of The Greedy Whore. Arr-arr-arr...
Now, you worthless bilge-rats, grab yer grog n' hornpipes and be the best buccaneer ye can be!
-Cap'n Pete
Great, I was going to use today to learn Esperanto. Sigh. I guess I can learn Pirate today. Yarrrr! (Steve the Pirate has always been a little hot to me.)
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My little boy HATES this day because his insane mother gears up for it for a week (or more, I admit). Pirate Mom embarrasses the crap out of him. HAHAHAAAAArrrrrrrgh!
ReplyDeleteHe hates it when I call him Scurvy Boy.
very cool!
ReplyDeletePlease tell me pirate attire is NOT required. I don't think I could wear an eye patch, since I can barely see with BOTH my eyes~!! Jill
ReplyDeletearrr, i be a pirates delight with my sunken chest! http://journals.aol.co.uk/cindytessier/cindi-loos-hoos/
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