Avast! It be a happy day for me and me hearties, with all the pirate talkin’ goin’ on. It be time for a long walk off a short plank for all the scurvy sea dogs who be ignorin’ this day! Arrrrr!
Shiver me timbers! Mel had the wrong link fer the advanced link ’bout talking like a true buccaneer. Aye, fear not me bucko, the worst is over, fer the link she is fixed.
Avast, me hearties! Bloody Anne Cash be me name. Anyone who says otherwise will have their liver pulled out their scurvy nose by me parrot, One-Eyed Rat. Ye land-lubbering bilge rats. Arr.
Ahoy mateys! Most days, I watch my tongue right proper, but alas, it be a special day t’day. I be glad t’have heard the news. I trust our cap’n’s careful not ta let marauders steal our precious e-mails here. Aye, Dirty Sam Flint? As we be brothers in life, alas we also be brothers in piratin’. This be Red Davy Flint addressin’ ye. Avast! Barrin’ her pirate name, I’d not uv known if the bilge rat Mel was a lad or a lass. But ’tis a fine day at sea, a fine day ta be piratin’ … p’rhaps even in Penzance.
Aye there was a bit o’ confusion not long before ’bout the gender of Mel, along with her preference fer lads er lassies. You’d probably meet the rope’s end for calling her a lad nowadays, or she’d scupper you to be marooned.
Yarrr, I be bettin’ if ya were ta splice the mainbrace she’d be soarin’ the high seas again. Tisn’t it so thar Prudentilla?
Ehhhhhh? Use yer deadlights matey! Course Ima woman. Talk like that’ll meet ye with da end o’ me cutlass. Er perhaps ye prefer to dance with me Jack Ketch.
Arrr! Tweren’t intending to offend. Shiver me timbers, p’raps I touched a nerve. Mel, Sam, Chris, and the like, such monikers can leave a lubber wondrin’. And it be pirate day — not a lot o’ lasses on the high seas, I reckon’, or not many as want to be there. But alas, I extend me heartiest apologies to the fair Mel. Me knows not about scupperin’, splicin’ the mainbrace, deadlights, and the like, but I’s also got no desire to learn in havin’ it done.
P^(
Curse me bleedin’ stump, ol’ Peg Leg Pete forgot to comment on me shipmates blog. Arrr, tis a sad day indeed. Floggin’ by a cat-o-nine should be me fate fer sure if not a keel haulin’ along the Dizzy Turtle. (and so on and so forth…)
“Like the famous Dread Pirate Roberts, you have a keen head for how to make a profit. You’re musical, and you’ve got a certain style if not flair. You’ll do just fine. Arr!”
You know what Pirates of the Caribbean should have been rated? aRrrrrgh! :)
avast me maties .walk the palnk what day it pirate day
Comment by Anonymous on October 10, 2003 @ 4:10 pm
Hmmm … apparently “liva” doesn’t understand pirate talk … or English. Dan — is this the work of some automated device or something, do you think, making these same/similar entries on three random threads of yours?
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Avast! It be a happy day for me and me hearties, with all the pirate talkin’ goin’ on. It be time for a long walk off a short plank for all the scurvy sea dogs who be ignorin’ this day! Arrrrr!
Shiver me timbers! Mel had the wrong link fer the advanced link ’bout talking like a true buccaneer. Aye, fear not me bucko, the worst is over, fer the link she is fixed.
Arrrr me maties, if ye ain’t got yer own pirate name, this be the place to sail.
– Dirty Sam Flint
Arrrgghhh!
How much do we pirates pay for a piercing?
A buccaneer
What color socks do we pirates wear?
Aaaargile
Blimey! Even more riddles about the brethren of the coast are on the horizon says I. Arrrrrrrrrrrr.
Arrr, they call me Mad Prudentilla Flint. Get it right or meet the end of me cutlass.
Correction. It’s Black Prudentilla Rackham
Aye, yer a crazed sea-fairin pirate lass who can’t make up her mind says I. Yarr ho ho and bottle o’ rum.
Avast and behold your new cap’n:
Iron Harry Bonney
This be the moniker bestowed upon me.
Arrr, land-lubbers, etc.
Avast, me hearties! Bloody Anne Cash be me name. Anyone who says otherwise will have their liver pulled out their scurvy nose by me parrot, One-Eyed Rat. Ye land-lubbering bilge rats. Arr.
Ahoy mateys! Most days, I watch my tongue right proper, but alas, it be a special day t’day. I be glad t’have heard the news. I trust our cap’n’s careful not ta let marauders steal our precious e-mails here. Aye, Dirty Sam Flint? As we be brothers in life, alas we also be brothers in piratin’. This be Red Davy Flint addressin’ ye. Avast! Barrin’ her pirate name, I’d not uv known if the bilge rat Mel was a lad or a lass. But ’tis a fine day at sea, a fine day ta be piratin’ … p’rhaps even in Penzance.
Aye there was a bit o’ confusion not long before ’bout the gender of Mel, along with her preference fer lads er lassies. You’d probably meet the rope’s end for calling her a lad nowadays, or she’d scupper you to be marooned.
Yarrr, I be bettin’ if ya were ta splice the mainbrace she’d be soarin’ the high seas again. Tisn’t it so thar Prudentilla?
Ehhhhhh? Use yer deadlights matey! Course Ima woman. Talk like that’ll meet ye with da end o’ me cutlass. Er perhaps ye prefer to dance with me Jack Ketch.
Arrr! Tweren’t intending to offend. Shiver me timbers, p’raps I touched a nerve. Mel, Sam, Chris, and the like, such monikers can leave a lubber wondrin’. And it be pirate day — not a lot o’ lasses on the high seas, I reckon’, or not many as want to be there. But alas, I extend me heartiest apologies to the fair Mel. Me knows not about scupperin’, splicin’ the mainbrace, deadlights, and the like, but I’s also got no desire to learn in havin’ it done.
P^(
Curse me bleedin’ stump, ol’ Peg Leg Pete forgot to comment on me shipmates blog. Arrr, tis a sad day indeed. Floggin’ by a cat-o-nine should be me fate fer sure if not a keel haulin’ along the Dizzy Turtle. (and so on and so forth…)
I am Dread Pirate Cash!
“Like the famous Dread Pirate Roberts, you have a keen head for how to make a profit. You’re musical, and you’ve got a certain style if not flair. You’ll do just fine. Arr!”
You know what Pirates of the Caribbean should have been rated? aRrrrrgh! :)
Argh! We actually spent all day at work last Friday talking like pirates. Great fun, me mateys… great fun!
avast me maties .walk the palnk what day it pirate day
Hmmm … apparently “liva” doesn’t understand pirate talk … or English. Dan — is this the work of some automated device or something, do you think, making these same/similar entries on three random threads of yours?
Just comment spam that I hadn’t seen yet.