Ye mutinous dogs, be damned to ye if I’ll stop talkin’ like a pirate before midnight!
Looking for pirate jargon, this site told about one pirate expression I never heard before:
Crack Jenny’s Teacup: Term for spending the night with a prostitute.
Is that accurate?
Yarr, ‘tis a new one on me, and no mistakin’.
Me fav’rite “Next Generation” character? Tasha Yarrrrr!
Where do the pirates be gettin’ their hooks?
The second hand store, arrrrrr!
My New Yorker page-a-day calendar cartoon yesterday:
Yarr, ‘tis 2022 - see the OP, would ye, and join me in once more celebratin’ the day in proper style!
Two videos in which ye be learnin’ important aspects of pirate life:
Where do pirates go to school?
Haaarvard
Here’s hoping ye get yer shivers timbered.
'Tis that day yet again, ye scurvy dogs!: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Esb-kvE_iE
I am the ghost of Roberto Clemente — Woooooooooooo, matey.
Yarrr, once more the dreaded day is upon us, ye lubbers!
Avast, ye layabouts! I seized an early tide and put on a pirate festival five days agone. A pistol-proof blaggart went and took a walk, and every scurvy swab was out to take tha helm. Swingin’ from the riggin, scourin’ tha isle for booty, an’ brawlin’ o’course, all to put t’ proof their pirate prowess!
The gaudy, blabbing and remorseful day
Is crept into the bosom of the sea;
And now loud-howling wolves arouse the jades
That drag the tragic melancholy night;
Who, with their drowsy, slow and flagging wings,
Clip dead men’s graves and from their misty jaws
Breathe foul contagious darkness in the air.
Therefore bring forth the soldiers of our prize;
For, whilst our pinnace anchors in the Downs,
Here shall they make their ransom on the sand,
Or with their blood stain this discolour’d shore.
… What?
Shiver me timbers, the time be flyin’ like an albatross in a storm!
Perfect timing. I can practice up for my visit to the NorCal RenFaire on Saturday…it’s Pirate Invasion weekend!
Impressive quote.
How much did the old pirate pay for his new hearing aides?
A buccaneer!
Or two US dollars
So, I saw these two Amazon packages on the porch. There was a car parked in the driveway but there didn’t seem to be anyone home. I watched for a few minutes and then I just walked right up and grabbed them, no problem.
Oh, sorry, wrong kind of pirate.