'Tis International Talk Like a Pirate Day, ye scurvy dogs, arrr. Abaft the mizzen yardarms, keel haul the lubberly lubbers, and tip yer maties the Black Spot, arr. Fer the day, I be Plank Monkey Eugene, arr.
I’m off pirates. My brilliant grand niece is now dating an adult male who routinely dresses up like Captain Jack Sparrow and goes out in public. It’s a bit too fey for my liking.
Me heartiest thanks, Mad Eyedel Thoughts! Here’s yer gold & some chocolate too! Arrrr!
(An’ I guess I even forgive ya for posting about that trimps game! Arrr!)
Arr, arr, 'tis stressful indeed. None of the landlubbers in Ye Olde Status Meeting this morn had a divvil of an ideer about ITLaPDay. They should be clapped in irons, the lot of 'em. Although 'tis sure they read me status report with extra attention, arr.
And Cap’n janis_and_her_blackguard_c0 confused me sore, aye, that she did. Linking back to me own thread caused me eyepatch to fall off, aye, that it did, arr.