Arrr, it be Talk Like a Pirate Day, t’day, the nineteenth’ a’ september. Avast there ye bilge rats! Be spreadin’ the word, sez I. (I’m sorry) (No, actually, I’m not.)
Arrr, it be Talk Like a Pirate Day, t’day, the nineteenth’ a’ september.
Avast there ye bilge rats! Be spreadin’ the word, sez I.
(I’m sorry)
(No, actually, I’m not.)
arrr, matey. Swab the decks, or ye be walkin’ the plank.
Damn Karl, you beat me own pirate notice by a good 9 hours! Arrr. I hope ye be going to a party this night, or at least be throwing yer own!
You dirty scalawag!
Nary trust a pirate to apologize to yer face.
Keep yer sword-arm loose and yer wenches close! An drink till the sun come up!
Arrrrgh! Set to be keelhauled, ye be if ye be sorry, matey!
yar! heh, i’ve two favorite holidays, this one and halloween.
>.> i don’t get out much.
Oh, how cliche, he ripped hith thirt. I thuppose you’re going to make me walk the plank netht, or thomething.
Did I mention the rum?
The lash?
…and of course The Buggery!
Lashed a few wee lassies to the masthead did we? Aye, we have the rum to thank for that! Buggery indeed (and mayhaps a touch of diddling?)…
I can get behind rum and lashing. Yeah. Rum and lashing. And I’m at work 🙁
Extra buggery for you dear Merrick.