Hey all you really bad eggs… why’s the rum gone? Argh.
Hey thar all you foul smellin’, scurvy ridden, rum swillin’ mateys. This be t’ one and only Talk Like a Pirate Day. I’ve been tryin’ t’ pursway our landlubbin’ officials t’ recognize this monumental day o’ t’ year as an official government holiday but they decline t’ acquiesce t’ me request, so instead o’ bein’ celebrated we’ll just take this day t’ drink and be pirates.
Have a lively day, try t’ stay out o’ trouble and go easy on the plunderin’, and maybe pull into a good port t’ find yer sea legs and t’ grab some tasty grub and a round o’ frothy beverages.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Tis a pirate’s life for me.
I’ve got to be the best pirate you’ve ever seen.
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