I be waitin' fer Danalog's input seein as he be Bishop o' Pastafarianism, Aye!
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“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
ARRRRR! 'tis that wonderful day me brothers and sisters! And on this day I be convincing me office to do the pirate day thing, so tis not just me that be dressing up this year.
Although I be passing out information on Pastafarianism this day as well to improve upon the number of pirates in this world!
Ramen!
Although I be passing out information on Pastafarianism this day as well to improve upon the number of pirates in this world!
Ramen!
Me office-mates each be wielding plastic swords and wearing eyepatches today, Argh!
Nexa
Nexa
“It has always been the prerogative of children and half-wits to point out that the emperor has no clothes. But a half-wit remains a half-wit, and the emperor remains an emperor.â€
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones
Arrr! I'll be postin some photos of me and my crew later on. However, we're quite busy today, what with all the adventuring to be had, treasures to be found, ships to plunder, and dancin on table tops! I may drink too much grog to remember until tomorrow!
Jonwin again. I be much to busy to bother changing machines and or logins.
Besides it helps elnes post count.
Avast you scurvy brit Nobby. The Navy only uses sand for two reasons. One to Holystone the deck of my fine ship! The other to clean out the mouths of ship's boys who have been chewing tobacco. Only adults are allowed to chew. We do allow the boys to swallow however.
Finally I leave you with this advanced pirate talk as told to me by SF fan artist the late Joe Mayhew.
Rrrrrrrrr be pirate talk matey!
SSSSSS be advanced pirate talk!
Now Ready on the crowjack brace, prepare for a port tack, Let go and Haul!
Put your backs into it!
That is well.
I would raise a glass to all but the Congress, has stopped our whiskey as of Sept. 2 of the year of 1862. Oh wait on the ship it is always March 10, 1862.
Yo ho ho!
Besides it helps elnes post count.
Avast you scurvy brit Nobby. The Navy only uses sand for two reasons. One to Holystone the deck of my fine ship! The other to clean out the mouths of ship's boys who have been chewing tobacco. Only adults are allowed to chew. We do allow the boys to swallow however.
Finally I leave you with this advanced pirate talk as told to me by SF fan artist the late Joe Mayhew.
Rrrrrrrrr be pirate talk matey!
SSSSSS be advanced pirate talk!
Now Ready on the crowjack brace, prepare for a port tack, Let go and Haul!
Put your backs into it!
That is well.
I would raise a glass to all but the Congress, has stopped our whiskey as of Sept. 2 of the year of 1862. Oh wait on the ship it is always March 10, 1862.
Yo ho ho!
In the place of a Dark Lord you would have a Queen! Not dark but beautiful and terrible as the Morn! Treacherous as the Seas! Stronger than the foundations of the Earth! All shall love me and despair! -ElneClare
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
This Post is written in Elnese, If it was an actual Post, it would make sense.
Jonwin wrote:
Yo ho ho!
Scurvy dogs y'are to a man and floozy, damn yer eyes!
And even landlubbers have used this fine day to hoist the Skull an' bones aloft!
I met a Paediatric Surgical Team today who are raising £5,000 for the children's fund by dressing as pirates and staying in character all day. Apparently the Operating Rooms were packed with staff listening to them working in character.
"Pass me that scalpel ye harlot, afore I grab it meself to undo yer robes. 'twould be fine booty on display! Yarr!"
The fact that he's the 26 year old hospital stud and looked exactly like Johnny Depp/Jack Sparra set a few nurses' hearts a-flutter.
And even landlubbers have used this fine day to hoist the Skull an' bones aloft!
I met a Paediatric Surgical Team today who are raising £5,000 for the children's fund by dressing as pirates and staying in character all day. Apparently the Operating Rooms were packed with staff listening to them working in character.
"Pass me that scalpel ye harlot, afore I grab it meself to undo yer robes. 'twould be fine booty on display! Yarr!"
The fact that he's the 26 year old hospital stud and looked exactly like Johnny Depp/Jack Sparra set a few nurses' hearts a-flutter.
"I started out with nothin' and I still got most of it left" - Seasick Steve
Here be the lyrics to the most official piratical song of the day:
Most days are like all of the others,
Go to work, come back home, watch TV,
But, brother, if I had me druthers,
I'd chuck it and head out to sea,
For I dream of the skull and the crossbones,
I dream of the great day to come,
When I dump the mundane for the Old Spanish Main
And trade my computer for rum! ARRR!
T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
When laptops are benches God gave us for wenches,
And a sail ain't a low price to pay!
When timbers are shivered and lillies are livered
And every last buckle is swashed,
We'll abandon our cars for a shipfull of ARRRs
And pound back the grog till we're sloshed. Yo ho ....
- Anyone see my keys?
- Just off the coast o' Florida, matey! ARRR!
Don't pick up yer phone and say "Hello,
Your ten-o-clock meeting's delayed",
Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow,
"AVAST! Ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!"
Ye can't keep this fun to yourself, I bet,
So sing "Aye", "ARRR", and "Ayy", every man!
We ain't got much grasp of the alphabet,
But a damn good retirement plan! (raucous laughter)
T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin'
And bein' polite is passe!
When it's ev'ry man's duty to grab his proud beauty
And let out a hearty YO HO!
And if this offends you, hold your breath as we sends
you
Ta Davy Jones' Locker ya go!
- Where IS Davy Jones' Locker, anyway?
- Right near Monkee Island! Arr, aye, arr....
We'll tell every banker "Heave to and weigh anchor!"
Buy latte with pieces of eight
We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun
The loser, o' course, is worst mate!
When we hoist Jolly Roger the landlubbers dodge 'er,
We fill 'em with loathing and fear,
We'll plunder and pillage each city and village,
Or at least clean out Wal-Mart of beer!
- Ahoy, mateys! And Welcome ta "Iron Chef Pirate!"
Let's see the secret ingredient!
<GONNNG It's Barnacles!
- Oh ho! There'll be some cutting-edge cuisine!
- "AWK! AWK!" <bzzzzzz
- Hold still, Polly! I need this for me salad!
- Avast there, me bucko! Ye need CARROT shavings! CARROT!
- But Captain, I be on Atkins!
- Moron...
- And you! WHAT are ye doin' with that salmon?
- I'm grillin' it on a hunk o' cedar, what d'y'think?
- Ye CAN'T do that in a JAPANESE STIR-FRY, ye bilge rat!
- Oh HO! Ye never heard o' "wokkin' the plank"?
There ain't no computin' or morning commutin',
No "Parking Lot Full" signs for me,
No lawns ta be mowin' or bills to be owin',
I'm knowin' the pull of the sea.
The fresh salty brace of the wind on my face
Through hurricane, sunshine or squalls,
I'm keepin' my eyes on the distant horizon,
Verizon can hold all my calls!
To wear a red coat full o' buckles,
To earn a few duelling scars,
Well, at least we can get a few chuckles
By filling the office with ARRRs!
And maybe we'll never get closer,
Than watchin' 'em on the big screen,
So here's to old Errol and Depp as Jack Sparrow,
And every damn one in between!
T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
That time in September when sea dogs remember
That grown-ups still know how ta play!
When wenches are curvy and dogs are all scurvy
And a soft-wear patch covers your eye,
Ta hell with our jobs, for one day we're all swabs
And buccaneers all till we die!
So hoist up the mainsails and shut down your brain cells,
They only would get in the way,
Avast there, me hearty, we're havin' a party,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Yo Ho!
By Tom Smith, 2003, www.tomsmithonline.com
Most days are like all of the others,
Go to work, come back home, watch TV,
But, brother, if I had me druthers,
I'd chuck it and head out to sea,
For I dream of the skull and the crossbones,
I dream of the great day to come,
When I dump the mundane for the Old Spanish Main
And trade my computer for rum! ARRR!
T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
When laptops are benches God gave us for wenches,
And a sail ain't a low price to pay!
When timbers are shivered and lillies are livered
And every last buckle is swashed,
We'll abandon our cars for a shipfull of ARRRs
And pound back the grog till we're sloshed. Yo ho ....
- Anyone see my keys?
- Just off the coast o' Florida, matey! ARRR!
Don't pick up yer phone and say "Hello,
Your ten-o-clock meeting's delayed",
Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow,
"AVAST! Ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!"
Ye can't keep this fun to yourself, I bet,
So sing "Aye", "ARRR", and "Ayy", every man!
We ain't got much grasp of the alphabet,
But a damn good retirement plan! (raucous laughter)
T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin'
And bein' polite is passe!
When it's ev'ry man's duty to grab his proud beauty
And let out a hearty YO HO!
And if this offends you, hold your breath as we sends
you
Ta Davy Jones' Locker ya go!
- Where IS Davy Jones' Locker, anyway?
- Right near Monkee Island! Arr, aye, arr....
We'll tell every banker "Heave to and weigh anchor!"
Buy latte with pieces of eight
We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun
The loser, o' course, is worst mate!
When we hoist Jolly Roger the landlubbers dodge 'er,
We fill 'em with loathing and fear,
We'll plunder and pillage each city and village,
Or at least clean out Wal-Mart of beer!
- Ahoy, mateys! And Welcome ta "Iron Chef Pirate!"
Let's see the secret ingredient!
<GONNNG It's Barnacles!
- Oh ho! There'll be some cutting-edge cuisine!
- "AWK! AWK!" <bzzzzzz
- Hold still, Polly! I need this for me salad!
- Avast there, me bucko! Ye need CARROT shavings! CARROT!
- But Captain, I be on Atkins!
- Moron...
- And you! WHAT are ye doin' with that salmon?
- I'm grillin' it on a hunk o' cedar, what d'y'think?
- Ye CAN'T do that in a JAPANESE STIR-FRY, ye bilge rat!
- Oh HO! Ye never heard o' "wokkin' the plank"?
There ain't no computin' or morning commutin',
No "Parking Lot Full" signs for me,
No lawns ta be mowin' or bills to be owin',
I'm knowin' the pull of the sea.
The fresh salty brace of the wind on my face
Through hurricane, sunshine or squalls,
I'm keepin' my eyes on the distant horizon,
Verizon can hold all my calls!
To wear a red coat full o' buckles,
To earn a few duelling scars,
Well, at least we can get a few chuckles
By filling the office with ARRRs!
And maybe we'll never get closer,
Than watchin' 'em on the big screen,
So here's to old Errol and Depp as Jack Sparrow,
And every damn one in between!
T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
That time in September when sea dogs remember
That grown-ups still know how ta play!
When wenches are curvy and dogs are all scurvy
And a soft-wear patch covers your eye,
Ta hell with our jobs, for one day we're all swabs
And buccaneers all till we die!
So hoist up the mainsails and shut down your brain cells,
They only would get in the way,
Avast there, me hearty, we're havin' a party,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Yo Ho!
By Tom Smith, 2003, www.tomsmithonline.com
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