AAAAARRRRR!
Avast ye mateys... 'tis "Talk Like a Pirate Day" today! It be a proud day indeed for we pirate-lubber folk. Me an me monkey be drinkin' grog and pillaging the worthless bilge rats of this shanty town. 'Tis only a wee matter of time afore we be claiming our treasure and sailing the high seas...
Whilst we be out seeking me fortunes, I be givin' ya a new port of call. One of me favorite bloggers, Peggy Archer be havin' a beauty of a new site for ye all to plunder! It be called "Abandoned Couches" and she be usin' a fine treasure of a couch from Blogography's home port here! So shiver ye timbers and be payin' a visit smartly to this fine pearl of a site before me be dropin' anchor in yer scurvy lagoon, ye sea dogs! AAAAARRRRR!
Aye! Me barnacles need a scrapin' so I be off!
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Ahoy!!!
I was teaching a workshop this morning, and my boss forbid me to talk like a pirate during the workshop. 🙁
So instead, I only answered questions that were asked in a pirately manner. 🙂
Arrrrrrrrrh!
Aye, ’tis the couch wi’ buried treasure inside!*
*if you count stale Cheetos as buried treasure
I am happy that “Talk like a Pirate Day” lasts for ONE day…
Because I understand one word out of two !!!
I only understand the Pirates’ language in “Asterix” !!!
The famous pirate in Asterix is “Barbe Rouge” !
You totally broke out of the mood when you said ‘bloggers’. But I don’t know how else you’d say that in pirate speak.
Arrrgh, a pirate joke fer ya:
What did the three pirates say when they walked into the bar?
Ouch.
Arrrrgh!!! Laugh, ye scurvy dogs, laugh.
Aaaarrr, my hearties. It be a fine day on the ocean blue, and I be not afraid to make ye walk the plank like the scurvy dogs ye are…
Good lord… sorry about that. My pirate side is a little agressive. Now, where is me rum?
Wow, what a euphemism.
‘Me barnacles need a scrapin’
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Compulsory pirate joke:
A pirate walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder and the bartender asks, “Hey, where’d you get that thing?” And the parrot responds “well, it started off as this bump on my butt…”
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Aaaarrr! Where’s my label-maker? While watching “Wife Swap” last night just watching ‘Mad Sally’s’ house made me itch *scratch* *scratch again* and NOT in a good way! If having ‘Pirattitude’ means living with fleas, then I’m ready to walk the plank. Maybe now that “Talk Like a Pirate Day” has gotten so much attention ‘Ol’ Chumbucket’ can pay his gas bill…gosh, I’ve never used so many quotation marks!
OMG, I’m so glad that someone ELSE ‘fessed up to having watched those nutballs on “Wife Swap,” because I was fit to bust. Those families…WOW. If I HAD to choose one to spend any considerable amount of time with, I guess it would have to be the compulsive over-organizer (were they REALLY folding and organizing clothes to THROW AWAY?)…but just because I prefer not to live in a pile of dirt and fleas, and I do like my electricity and heat. But my favorite moment of all might have come from the other swap, when Anal-Retentive Cleaning Man made the deLIGHTful declarative statement, “After all, women are just like puppy dogs. They do something right, you throw ’em a treat, toss ’em a dollar bill. They catch on in time.” Yeah. I think I might prefer the fleas after all.
Not to cast unfair aspersions, but when the most stable person in both groups is a guy called “Cap’n Slappy…”
[Turns to Parrot on shoulder and speaks in low, scruffy whisper…]
Arrrrrrrrr – I reckon the wench be laughin’ at me spintered peg leg… Couldn’t be seein’ that there bar fer all the fog on a night this dark… Methinks ye Mooselet best be walkin’ this here plank on all fours fer that one, Matey…
:: Pieces of Eight ::
:: Pieces of Eight ::
:: The Wench Be Laughing ::
:: Pieces of Eight ::
Thanks to a downed email server at my day job, my “Arrrgh!” was directed more at Windows 2000 Server than any pirate-related banter.