Welcome !
That joke is baaad !
Ye scurvy, mutinous dogs, hope ye’ll be properly markin’ the day once more!
That be one o’ my favorites too, but the link look like it went down with the ship to Davy Jones’ locker. Here be one that works.
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Well, crap. I missed Tinkerbell day.
Dave Barry has a cute take on it in his substack.
I be thankin’ ye, lad. Well done. An extra round of grog for ye!
Time for another trip ‘round the fo’c’sle?
Ahoy! Thanks fer remindin’ me o’ dis! I been busy.
Q: What’s a pirate’s favorite letter of the alphabet?
A 1: R!
A 2: Nay, ‘tis the C!
'Tis that time of year again me hearties.
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Matey, y’should see me collection of VHS tapes from me days as a video pirate!
The Cap’n in the previous post is obviously a descendant of Dr. Daystrom.
So how does the talk of a Pirate differ from the talk of a Leprechaun?
Not a riddle: ‘tis genuinely bafflin’ me. Me timbers are all shivered, and me shiny gold coins are crusted over with barnacles like pieces of eight in Davy O’Jones’ locker.
It’s the tone. Pirates be gravelly and low, while the wee folk are high pitched and comical.
Now stay away from me Dutch Uncle! Put yer weepin geoduck into the knock-hole of the empty cask of rum!
Blimey! I well-nigh missed it!
Leprechauns are Irish, and Pirates are Cornish. Unless they come from Somalia. Get it straight!
Drake he was a Devon man, an’ ruled the Devon seas,
(Capten, art tha’ sleepin’ there below?)
Roving’ tho’ his death fell, he went wi’ heart at ease,
An’ dreamin’ arl the time o’ Plymouth Hoe.
“Take my drum to England, hang et by the shore,
Strike et when your powder’s runnin’ low;
If the Dons sight Devon, I’ll quit the port o’ Heaven,
An’ drum them up the Channel as we drummed them long ago.”
And yes, he was a state-sponsored pirate.
A swingin’ sword, a skull and bones and pleasant company
I never pay my income tax, and screw the GST (screw it!)
Prince Albert down to Saskatoon, I’m the terror of the sea
If you wanna reach the co-op, boy, you gotta get by me.
‘Cause it’s a heave-ho, hi-ho, comin’ down the plains
Stealin’ wheat and barley and all the other grains
It’s a ho-hey, hi-hey, farmers bar yer doors
When you see the Jolly Roger on Regina’s mighty shores
Arr! (Arr, arr)
“The Last Saskatchewan Pirate,” a song by the Arrogant Worms.