Yarrr! Arrrrgh! Har-te-harrr!
Thar be clients on the poop deck ta’day, so a no pirate-speaking shall I be.
[sad pirate]Yar.[/sad pirate]
Avast! T’weren’t for a lucky pass through the Straight of Dope an’ I’d be worthless lubber! It does me more good than a bottle o’ rum to sail amongst the skurviest dogs who ever hoisted a Spaniard up a yardarm! Harrr mateys, let’s tip another tankard! Drink and the devil and done for the rest!
I be a-tellin these confounded cow-orkers about this Pirate Talkin’ thing - they thinks I’ve lost me marbles!
-Mad Morgan Rockham
Yarrr, ye may call me Dirty William Cash. Not too shabby, says I:
“You’re the pirate everyone else wants to throw in the ocean – not to get rid of you, you understand; just to get rid of the smell. You’re musical, and you’ve got a certain style if not flair. You’ll do just fine. Arr!”
I talked like a pirate a bit on TLAPD, I’ll confess, including with my family, but I did nae do it when I opened court… though tempted I was, 'tis true. Savvy?
Ah, ye know what a pirate’s favorite game show be?
Jeparrrdy!
Avast conspiracy there be to utter poxy pirate puns!
Alliteration?!? Bad form! runs Loopydude through with her cutlass
Yaarrrgh, 'pologies 'bout that. Itchy cutlass finger; 'tis been a scurvy day, to be sure.
<gasp> Blow me…<gurgle> down! <wheeze>