) So....... in keeping with tradition:
Aaaaarrrrr!!
Happy 'Talk Like A Pirate' day!
September 19 - seems to come round every year!
Moderators: rickenbrother, ajish4
September 19 - seems to come round every year!
OK..... so today is September 19 over here (we're so advanced, aren't we? )
So....... in keeping with tradition:
Aaaaarrrrr!!
Happy 'Talk Like A Pirate' day!
) So....... in keeping with tradition:
Aaaaarrrrr!!
Happy 'Talk Like A Pirate' day!
"Never eat more than you can lift." - Mr. Moon
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Four years since I was stitched up on a sexual harrassment complaint for using the word "wench" at work on September 19th...fortunately, the wench who filed the complaint is long gone, and I was exonerrrrrrated anyhooowwwww, me hearties!!!
Arrrr arrrrrrr!
Arrrr arrrrrrr!
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All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry
'Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all
We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy
Now many moons and many Junes have passed since we made land
A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand
'Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all
We fired the gun, and burnt the mast, and rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept: our tears were tears of joy
Now many moons and many Junes have passed since we made land
A salty dog, this seaman's log: your witness my own hand
Yo-ho! This will help y'all on TLAPD:
http://loadingreadyrun.com/videos/view/49/How+to+Talk+like+a+Pirate
I heard something about a follow-up this year, but I haven't seen one yet.
http://loadingreadyrun.com/videos/view/49/How+to+Talk+like+a+Pirate
I heard something about a follow-up this year, but I haven't seen one yet.
"rubber heads don't dent easily"
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