These two pirate ships were approaching each other. One one, the captain had a bucket of red paint, and on the other the captain had a bucket of blue paint.
What happened next?
They were both marrrrrooned!
Arrrr!!! Avast me hearties!
What’s a pirate’s favourite letter?
RRRRRR
A deep question for today.
Why are pirates pirates?
They just arrrrr!
I be wonderin’ when the first pirate LOLcat be showin’ up over on where be me cheezburger, maties?
A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel in his pants. The bartender takes one look at him and says “Hey do you know you have a steering wheel shoved down your pants?”
And the pirate replies: Yarrr! tis drivin’ me nuts!
Why didn’t the pirate dad take his tenderhearted young Nancy-boy of a son to the violent movie?
Because it was rated Rrrrrrrrrrr!
This is up on Yahoo:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070918/od_nm/pirates1_dc
Please look at the last paragraph – they say “It’s hard to Talk Like a Pirate in Spanish.”
Why? It was the Spanish Main, after all. You had French-speaking pirates, too (Recall that Poe’s narrator in “The Gold Bug” said that, had he not known the writer of his cryptogram was Kidd, he would have tried to decipher a Spanish or French cryptogram first). Surely there is some charactweristic “Pirate Speaking Style” in other languages.
How about it, Spanish- and French- speaking or frequenting Dopers. Is there anything in these (or other) languages that approaches the weirdness of the English-language “Pirate style” (which, as we’ve learned on this Board in threads past, isn’t authentic, but probably the result of sloppy stage skills). How does a German pirate talk in the translated version of “Pirates of the Caribbean”?
So what kind of car does a modern pirate drive?A Yarrrrris of course
Ahoy ye bloomin’ cockroaches, I be hoistin’ a bottle of rum along with ye in honour of this day!
Further Pirate terms.
Me Hearty-A Charter Member. “Good thread answers, me hearties!”
Lubber-From “Land Lubber”; useless, inexperienced, a Noob. “The lubber didn’t quote a cite.”
Harbor-Home, or favorite site.
Shoving Off-To log off. “I’ll be shovin’ of now, maties, me better half has made harbor.”
I be having a special sig for me Outlook worrrrrk email just in honor of today!
It’s kinda hard typing with monocular vision, though… :smack:
Avast! It’s me husband’s birthday to and I be forgettin’ to talk like a pirate, me hardies. Curses!
Guess it’s the right day to eat at Arrrrrrrby’s.
It’s not my birthday, but today is the fifteenth anniversary of the day that **Rhiannon8404 **and I got engaged…
Arrrr!!! A fine wench she be!!!
and hopefully she be understandin’ the use of ‘wench’ in this here context, else I may be walkin’ the plank! 
Okay, that one hurt. Just for that, you get to clean out the bilges.
Aye, you’re shark food, me bucko!
Can I be havin’ your share of the rum and your CDs when you shove off in to the sunset?
Woo hoo Talk Like a Pirate Day!
Pool! Sir Pool! lord!
Ay, kennel, puddle, sink; whose filth and dirt
Troubles the silver spring where England drinks.
Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth
For swallowing the treasure of the realm:
Thy lips that kiss’d the queen shall sweep the ground;
And thou that smiledst at good Duke Humphrey’s death,
Against the senseless winds shalt grin in vain,
Who in contempt shall hiss at thee again:
And wedded be thou to the hags of hell,
For daring to affy a mighty lord
Unto the daughter of a worthless king,
Having neither subject, wealth, nor diadem.
By devilish policy art thou grown great,
And, like ambitious Sylla, overgorged
With gobbets of thy mother’s bleeding heart.
By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France,
The false revolting Normans thorough thee
Disdain to call us lord, and Picardy
Hath slain their governors, surprised our forts,
And sent the ragged soldiers wounded home.
The princely Warwick, and the Nevils all,
Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain,
As hating thee, are rising up in arms:
And now the house of York, thrust from the crown
By shameful murder of a guiltless king
And lofty proud encroaching tyranny,
Burns with revenging fire; whose hopeful colours
Advance our half-faced sun, striving to shine,
Under the which is writ ‘Invitis nubibus.’
The commons here in Kent are up in arms:
And, to conclude, reproach and beggary
Is crept into the palace of our king.
And all by thee. Away! convey him hence.
I didn’t know there was a Henry VI. 
Here be yer laughin’ cat o’ the high seas, Ponder, me matey. It be suprisin’ that I be first to be postin’ it here. ‘Tis a pity that the timin’ o’ the post were too early for Talk Like a Pirate Day.