ARRRRR! Walk the plank fer yer lack of full pirateyness!

What do you mean we can't get married? We're here, We're......

Ooops, wrong kind of pirate....

oh, here we go....
We prefer to be called Buccaneer-Americans, yarr.

It's also National Butterscotch Pudding Day (among others). Now why do these two days intersect? Do pirates have an affinity for butterscotch pudding? Perhaps they do, uh, mateys.

{pirate}

Arrr. Aye. Matey. Yarrrr. I be lookin' fer Obama scallywags in me face. Arrr.

{/pirate}

" Anyway, the pirates code is more like set of guidelines, than actual rules"

ARRRR! Get this steering wheel out of me pants. It's drivin' me nuts!

Arrgh, I be hopin' someone could be helpin' me out. It seems I've got a festerin' Biden on my Obama, and I be needin' someone to squeeze the Pelosi out of it.

Aye, Son of Bob, me lad. Put tincture o' Palin on it, ye be. You can stand McPain, ye can.

Arrrrr!!!

Fortunately, I now live far enough away from the SF Gay Area to call someone "matey" without attracting unwanted attention.

Over on that part of the coast, Pirate Day is usually (and literally) celebrated with rum, sodomy, and the lash. :/

LOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

gub'ment

I thought that was part of Talk Like a Texan Day..?

Or maybe that's "gummint."

LOS!!!!!!!!!

It's actually Talk Like a Palin Day because we are in a parallel quantum universe. I've tried to talk like a Palin but I'm not as good as Tina Fey.

All we need now is McCain as a pirate with a rusty cutlass-

Shiver me timbers, you be the finest crew of miscreants ever to darken Davy Jones' locker. Yo ho ho and bottle of Caffine Free Coke ( sorry that's what we drink here-we're those kind of people).

Nothing to add here but ROFL @ #7 & #8

The pirate alphabet:
abcdefghijklmnopq ARRRRRRRRR stuvwxyz.

fifteen men on a dead mans chest!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
Drink, and the devil had done for the rest!
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

The mate was fixed with the bos'n's pike,
the bos'n brained with a marlin spike,
and cooky's throat was marked belike
it had been gripped by fingers ten,
and there they lay, all good dead men
like break o'day in a boozin' ken...

The skipper lay with his nob in gore,
the scullian's axe his cheek had shoar,
the scullian, he was stabbed times four!
and there they lay, and sodden skies
dripped all day long into unseeing eyes
at murk sunset and at foul sunrise...

'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead,
or a yawning hole in a battered head,
and the scuppers glut with a rotting red;
and there they lay, aye, damn my eyes!
All look-outs clasped on Paradise,
All souls bound just contra-wise...

There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
and a ton of plate in the middle hold
and the cabin's riot of stuff untold!
And there they lay, who had took the plumb
with unseeing eyes and their lips struck dumb,
while we shared all by the rule of thumb...

We wrapped 'em all in a mainsail tight
with twice ten turns of a hawser's bight
then we heaved 'em over and out of sight,
with a Ho-heave-ho and a fare-you-well!
and a sullen plunge in the sullen swell,
ten fathoms deep on the road to hell!

Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

from -The Derelict- author unknown
Arrr!

Famous Pirate Quote:

"Yo, ho!"
-Elliott Spitzer IX

#3

Hmmm. I told The Wife, and she just looked away, muttering something about pudding and Johnny Depp. Not sure what she was talking about.

Correction:

And there they lay, and sodden skies
Dripped all day long into 'up-staring' eyes

(No sidetrips to Fiddlers Green for them!)

yarrr