♪ Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate's life for me...."♫
A year late, but I must say, "talk like a pirate day" on the Hugh Hewitt Show in 2004 was one of the most entertaining hours I've listened to in the car. It was hilarious how he was with his callers, when they didn't talk like a pirate.Avast! Today be International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Aye, unless you're lea'in' a joke, my cabin boy bloganeers and buxom beauties, any comments left in this post will be deleted if you aren't talkin' like a pirate. Arrr! Ye'll ne'er get me buried booty!
Also Swashbloggin':
Get Stewed
The Flying Space Monkeys Chronicles (Nereheard o' 't? Dasn't worry. I nereheard o' 't until today, eith-arrrr!)
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Labels: Hugh Hewitt, Talk Like a Pirate Day
posted by The WordSmith from Nantucket at 9/19/2008 12:33:00 AM
13 Comments:
Pirate walks into a bar. Holding a steering wheel at his crotch with both hands on the wheel. What's up with that? asks someone. Pirate says, "Aye, it's drivin' me nuts!"
arrgghh, shiver me timbers ya old scaliwag. I wuz trying to gets me sum shut eye but some seafarin, cutlass wavin, one eyed sea dog left me a message over at me blog. arrgggh, be on me way fer now. I'll be keepin me one good eye on ye till the morrow.
Arrr....blimey, tis me swashbloggin lass, jennifer, the most dangerous Navy swabbie that eresailed th' se'en seas an' surfed th' blogosphere. Welcome t' TGIF. Have some rum, on th' house.
Hi, Wordsmith. I be nay very good at talkin' like a sea dog. I had t' use th' danged translator. `Tis wonderful t' be seein' a fun post fer a change. Politics gets too darned serious. Ya landlubber whut deserves the black spot!
("Ya landlubber whut deserves the black spot"???) That's what came up when I wanted "Thanks" translated. Sounds more to me like wishing the plague on someone. LOL!
Welcome t' me den, Dragon Lady!
You speak wi' a lovely accent, lass. Sit an' be havin' some grog, on th' house. `Tis TGIF, an' one ortin' ta take an occasional break from th' stresses an' troubles o' th' world.
'Tis for sure we all need that, laddy! :)
Ahoy, well I'll try my best Ye'll ne'er get me buried booty!
Arrr! I must have one o' those fancy contrivances. Whar can I plunder one for me self, mate? Arrr! And a bot'le a rum, this here ones dry as a bone.
Harrrrrrr
An' enterprisin' idear my hearty. Whut with thar lassies and laddies to be needin' that thar translator, it's about time I find a scabbard for me cutlass. And I'm not talkin' about me carrrrrrr! Har har har.
Get Stewed scarrrrred a neighborrrrr and so did atrueobamanation(.blogspot.com) har har har!
Funny stuff Wordsmith P-)
Ahoy, matey! Totally spaced it out! Arrrgh!
Welcome, Bob. Yer buried booty be safe here...jus' hand me th' booty map an' I`ll keep 't safe.
da patriot, unwind yersef an' relax wi' a nice keg o' grog. Thanks fer stoppin' by.
stew magoo, always nice t' be seein' ye drop in. Be havin' one on th' house. An' dasn't be scarin' folks by showin' off th' size o' yer cutlass, ye scurvy seadog!
karen, you made 't on time! Thar`s only a wee hours port.
LOL, I enjoyed your pirate talk in my comment section on my blog. Thanks!!
Eh? Ye forgot to say "Arrr", me fine beauty.
Ye welcome.
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