Oops. Heh. Does that mean I get tied to the mast and flogged now?? 
Talk like a pirate then I shall, me hearty. And drink some grog and burp a lot, maybe. Burping’s just an extension of talking after all, at least for me.
Uh, Arrr! And, er, yarrr! Et cetera.
Arr! Orange is the new black! Arr!
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…arrrr.
Properly warned, ye be, says I.
Arrr.
It be here! It be here!!!
I be gottin’ a story for ITLPD, too. I be walkin’ up to me local post office and from a distance it be appearin’ to be flyin’ the Jolly Roger!! Actually, as I approachéd yon postal place, I be seein’ it to be the MIA flag (which be havin’ a white logo in the middle of a black field, yarrr). Still, for a minute there I be wonderin’ “Why be the post office celebratin’ International Talk Like a Pirate Day?”
Arrr.
Superb! The receptionist just emailed the VP of Business Development, starting her mail with “Ahoy ahoy”, and endind it with “Arrrr”.
He had no idea what she’s on about, but she’s gone up about two dozen points in my estimation.
We actually have a Jolly Roger flying from the roof of our building. I went amidships to try to plunder it for myself, and slipped and hurt my leg. Mayhap I needs me a peg too.
Sorry. I missed out “Arrrrr ye scurvy lubbers” from the previous post.
Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!
This is the first place I thought of when I heard it on the radio this morning. I knew I had to come here and post about it.
So, where are our pirate dopers?
DPR, ArrrMatey, I know there are a bunch more out there.
Come on guys, this is your day!
jjimm:
Ye be a man after me own heart, matey (Ye touch me treasure though, and I’ll run ye through!) I be lookin’ fer this day since last year.
Eve:
Where be kin I pillage this magazine ye be sellin? Pieces of 4 be right up me anchor rope!
I be doing this all day, and any that complain be walkin the plank!!!
(Now, how do I get a gangplank out a third floor office window?)
Eli
Avast ye scurvy dopers! It be Cap’n swampbear reportin’ in. Arrr!!! Now where be me a swarthy pirate who can shiver me timbers!
Arrrrr!!!
Yar!
Tasha Yar, that is.
Roddenberry was a pirate!
BuckleberryFerry, Cap’n Sir Ma’am! Requst permission to come aboard the Ted.
Arr, I be tempted to go buy a Jolly Roger and hang it off me balcony, I do.
Coming soon to a cinema near you…
Dude! Where’s My Galleon?
Arrrrr.
Arrr! 'Twas only ‘pon readin’ this thread did I remember ‘twas talk like a pirate day, me hearties. I needs to be playin’ catch-up, with you scurvy dogs!
Yarr, me mateys. Thar be no law 'pon the seas.
It’s 1 am. That’s all I can think of for now.
Arrrrrr.
“…Itsa small workd after all…itsa small small world…”
Aye! Damn. Wrong ride.
Here goes:
“Me rum! Where’s me rum!?”
Arrrrr! Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day, me hearties! Yo ho ho and all that…
Mad Mary Bonney
Ahoy Mateys! Haven’ a good day talkin’ like pirates, we are. Fair winds to ya blokes, and keep yer eyes on the followin’ sea.
Arrrrrg!