Aye me hearties! Tis indeed talk like a pirate day. Sadly, though me mates and I have had more of our share of run-ins with the blasted, scurvy admirality, we still be flying the Jolly Roger at half Halyard for the departed policeman that was gunned down by the lily-livered, landlubbing illegal immigrant swine. I say we keel haul him, aye. Except, he’s already been sent to Davy Jone’s locker by a well placed Musket shot. Aye.
“In honor of “Talk Like A Pirate Day” John Edwards is wearing frilly sleeves.”
Sleeves? He be wearin’ the whole puffy shirt from Seinfeld! Aye, he looks very pretty in it, too.
But I don’t wanna be a pirate! -Jerry Seinfeld
Avast, ye scurvy dogs! Thar be Twoofers afoot! Steele yer selves with the facts o’ the matters & send these sons O’ squid back to th’ murky depths of the seven conspira-seas!
C’mon y’all, pirates are so f’n ghey that John Edwards dresses like one every Halloween (and every other Thursday).
Also they are the proto hippies. Long hair, ear rings, scarfs, baggy drawers, smell awful.
I expect better from all of you………
Arrr… Tis one ‘o me favorite hollerdays but the Commodore ordered me to avast and heave-to for spreadin’ the word about Sept 19th. The scurvy landlubber best be avoidin’ the rum house once me mates and I drop anchor to chase the comely wenches.
The fact that John Edwards be wearin’ a frilly shirt and that it be talk like a pirate day is merely a coincidence.
Or at least it would be, if Edwards didn’t wear a frilly shirt every day…
Willie Stargel ain’t walking through that door any time soon, so we need to play the season out and look to next year. Our farm system has some good young….
Oh, PIRATES.
As a former officer in the U.S. Navy, I must refrain from officially endorsing this holiday. That said, I’ve always leaned toward the pirates in the age-old “ninjas vs. pirates” debate. And tonight I’ll be putting a wedge of lime in my rum to prevent the scurvy, and inquiring of a sweet lass whether she admires the cut of my jib. Arr!
Crimeny. I missed it again. ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! Not so bad though. Every day is Pirate day to me and me mateys. We’re bikers after all. Now, where’s me sword? Argh.
It be talk like a Pirate Day. Arr!
Finally! Me cutlass shall fetch me plenty o’ booty! Yar! this wench be needin’ some baubles…and scene!
Ahoy! Now speak like the scurvy seadogs ye be! Yarrr! PD (that be a pirate face, in case ye was wonderin’)
Yar! don’t be tazin’ me, landubber! Ye best be votin’ for Cap’n Blackjack Ronpaul! Else I’ll be keelhaulin’ the lot o’ ye!
And so on…
Arrrgh! Thanks fer breakin’ me brain barnacles off.
Sail with fair winds. Just don’t break them!
Aye me hearties! Tis indeed talk like a pirate day. Sadly, though me mates and I have had more of our share of run-ins with the blasted, scurvy admirality, we still be flying the Jolly Roger at half Halyard for the departed policeman that was gunned down by the lily-livered, landlubbing illegal immigrant swine. I say we keel haul him, aye. Except, he’s already been sent to Davy Jone’s locker by a well placed Musket shot. Aye.
In honor of “Talk Like A Pirate Day” John Edwards is wearing frilly sleaves.
Oh yeah, arrgh.
Aye! And a fine day it be for whaling!
Anybody see Rosie O’Donnell or Michael Moore? I’d bet they’d fetch a pretty penny!
On this, the finest of holidays, cap’n Fred Thompson just doesn’t speak like a pirate, he actually becomes one.
“In honor of “Talk Like A Pirate Day” John Edwards is wearing frilly sleeves.”
Sleeves? He be wearin’ the whole puffy shirt from Seinfeld! Aye, he looks very pretty in it, too.
Hmm, unlike some of you I feel no need to change my name for pirate day, it already is piratey, say it out loud.
Garrh!
It be talk like a pirate day!
But I don’t wanna be a pirate! -Jerry Seinfeld
Avast, ye scurvy dogs! Thar be Twoofers afoot! Steele yer selves with the facts o’ the matters & send these sons O’ squid back to th’ murky depths of the seven conspira-seas!
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Sorry, I only know Internet piratese.
C’mon y’all, pirates are so f’n ghey that John Edwards dresses like one every Halloween (and every other Thursday).
Also they are the proto hippies. Long hair, ear rings, scarfs, baggy drawers, smell awful.
I expect better from all of you………
Hey, I’ve got some copies of the Simpson’s Movie on DVD if anybody wants any.
What? Not that kind of pirate?
Nevermind.
Matey.
Arrr… Tis one ‘o me favorite hollerdays but the Commodore ordered me to avast and heave-to for spreadin’ the word about Sept 19th. The scurvy landlubber best be avoidin’ the rum house once me mates and I drop anchor to chase the comely wenches.
Arrr
Best.Female.Pickup.Line.Ever.
I’ve crushed seventeen men’s skulls between me thighs!
The fact that John Edwards be wearin’ a frilly shirt and that it be talk like a pirate day is merely a coincidence.
Or at least it would be, if Edwards didn’t wear a frilly shirt every day…
Willie Stargel ain’t walking through that door any time soon, so we need to play the season out and look to next year. Our farm system has some good young….
Oh, PIRATES.
Avast, ye scurvy bilge-rats! Fetch me a noggin of grog!
“15 men on a young girl’s chest.
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of single-malt scotch!”
As a former officer in the U.S. Navy, I must refrain from officially endorsing this holiday. That said, I’ve always leaned toward the pirates in the age-old “ninjas vs. pirates” debate. And tonight I’ll be putting a wedge of lime in my rum to prevent the scurvy, and inquiring of a sweet lass whether she admires the cut of my jib. Arr!
The contrarian in me wants to flip out and wail on his guitar.
Ahoy. Arrrrr.
That’s all I’ve got. I just didn’t want to miss it before the day was over.
Oh, and John Edwards is a swish buckler. Teehee.
Crimeny. I missed it again. ARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! Not so bad though. Every day is Pirate day to me and me mateys. We’re bikers after all. Now, where’s me sword? Argh.