9.19.2007

ARRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrr...

Aye, laddies and lasses, 'tis Talk Like a Pirate day once again. Shiver me timbers, she comes round these parts only once a yearrrr -- don't go a-wastin' words, ye land-lubbers! Furl the mains'l, batten down the foxhole, grab yer favorite bilge rat of a friend and parrrrrrrty 'til the moon comes up.

4 comments:

Joel said...

Arrrr. Scurvy dog! What were ye doing up so late in to the wee hours of the morn?

Jed said...

Arrrr matey, a pyrat loves the night. 'Tis harrrrrrd to hit the bunks when a fella knows there's TLAP day a-wastin'...

Molo said...

Yargh, an' there be the sea dogs and workin' wenches 'ere at ye ol' Warrrrrehouse that arrren't too appreciat'n of the ol'TLAP day accents. Might'n be that I'm a-fearin' the customerrrrrs at Will Call with'n me pirate arrrrrs.

Jed said...

Arrrr ye scaliwag. Any man who lets a workin' wench discourage him from talking like a right seafarin' pyrat is no man at all. ARRRRRRRRR!