Aye, Matey, hope ye didn’t ferget that today be National Talk Like a Pirate Day.
If ye did ferget, why ye still have time t’ go out ‘n’ talk like a pirate. Go down t’ the fast food joint on the corner an’ say, “Arrr, mateys, bring me a hunk o’ hardtack an’ a jug o’ grog, and be quick about it, or ye’ll be strung from the yard arm afore sunset.” An’ when the scurvy dogs with the white coats come t’ take ye away, why jist tell ’em that ’twas I, Bloody Dan, that told ye t’ do it.
(An’ thanks be t’ Ms. M., the bonniest and wickedest pirate lass ever t’ sail the Seven Seas, who reminded us afore ’twas too late….)
Yer pirate be seemin’ rather Scottish, ya filthy ole bilge rat!
no walking the plank….this year…
arrrrggggg
Sean @ 1 — An’ what if it be soundin’ Scottish, ya scurvy dog? An’ haven’t I got Scots blood in me? An’ don’t I like a dram o’ guid Scots single-malt afore I plunder? Arrrr, that’s enough from you — men, hold him down and shave his belly with a rusty razor, airly in th’ mornin’!
Ms. M. @ 2 — arrrrrrrrrrrrr