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5770 already??
Ok, I could barely tolerate the dissapointing arrival of year 2000 but this is too much…
…where is my damm flying car??
(kiddin’… happy new year to all who celebrate)
Yar! I be first!
Avast, ye cursed chumbucket! ye beat me! May Davy Jone himself feast on ye soggy bones! Yar!
How fortuitous that I bought “Tigerheart” yesterday, then. Can’t wait to read it. Reading the first “Percy Jackson” first. It’s a crapload better than “Twilight”, that’s for sure.
Oh, yeah… arrrrr!
“So pull out your lexicons and let loose the words of yore.”
I’d rather hang onto the words of mine.
Shonah Tov-arrrrggghhh.
That scurvy bilge rat Mulligan seems a bit too obsessed with the first season of Next Generation!! Keel haul that scurvy zombie-makin’ son of sea dog!!
“Our team is terrible. Just… just awful. It’s hard to come to the ballpark somedays, really.”
I’m sorry. I thought it was talk like a PITTSBURGH Pirate day.
Dadburn it, I’ll be hornswaggled if’n a bushwackin’ coyote like yerself is a-gonna be pullin’ my donkey’s tail!
You done woke up tha wrong doggie, ya flea bitten shavetail! Butter mah lips an’ call me cornpone, I’ll skin yer hide, ya tenderfoot whipper-snapper! Mad? Yer durn tootin’ ahm mad! Why ahm madder than a wet hornets nest…
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Oh. Sorry. I thought it was “Talk Like A Crusty Old Prospector Day”. My bad. I be loaded to the gunwales with a fine hearty grog.
All this time we’ve been friends and NOW I start to understand you….
Yeah, the constant grog imbibing does explain a lot.
Every day is talk like a pirate day at our house–my three-year old is constantly trying to coax new pirate phrases out of me. One day, while casting about for some fresh nugget of salty sea-speak, I blurted out, “I’ll scuttle yer poop deck, matey!” Of course, it immediately became his favorite phrase. Now I have to sheepishly explain the whole story every time he bursts out with it in company. Oh, well.
“Them that dies’ll be the lucky ones!!!”
And keep in mind, you can select “English(Pirate)” as your language on facebook.
Me self, I spent th’ day at the Portland Pirate Festival. I’ll be spendin’ th’ morrow there as well.
Yah.
(Bostonian Pirate)
And I’m still writing 5769 on my checks!
Shanah Tovah u’Metukah (A good and sweet year!)