I mean…Arrrgh!!
This thread be driving me nuts! Or maybe it be the wheel stickin’ out of me crotch! Yaaaarrrgh.
I came into work today calling everyone landlubber and matey. The newish paralegal did not like. Of course how was I to know she injured her eye and was wearing a pirate patch because the doctor prescribed it.
I gave her props for going over the top. It’s been a frosty day at work since then.
Talk like a pirate? Amatures.
I smell like a pirate.
You all think you’re goin wenchin? Watch out for the girl pirates!
If she couldn’t take an apology - or even an explanation - she’s not worth the bother. Most adults have understood if they were in the paralegal’s place.
Yeah, I thought it was freaking hilarious and laughed my ass off. And continued with the wenches, mateys, and landlubbers.
I want to sing and dance, I want to sing and dance
I want to be a pirate in the Pirates of Penzance
Wear me silver-buckled slippers and me tight shiny pants
I want to sing and dance …
(The Pirate Song by Ray Stevens)
Oh, and today’s Irregular Webcomic.
Avast, now there be a bevy o’ saucy wenches, and no mistakin’! Yarrrr!