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.
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Arrrr. Scurvy dog! What were ye doing up so late in to the wee hours of the morn?
Arrrr matey, a pyrat loves the night. 'Tis harrrrrrd to hit the bunks when a fella knows there's TLAP day a-wastin'...
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.
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!
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