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I don't want to be a pirate right now..

what a ghastly prospect, me lad. arrr!

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what a ghastly prospect, me lad. arrr![/quote]

arrr....told one o' me crew to weigh anchor...he asked me where be the scale......'tis a poor crew on the fair Stimmerrrr.....me parrot talks better than me crew....an' at least 'e don't get into me rum....Shickshinny an' Mocanaquah dead ahead....hide yer hoagies an' lock up yer haluski....Stimmin' Johnny Gray be comin to git ye....arrrr....

The Talk like a pirate day song! DL it here for 99 cents Paypal.

http://www.tomsmithonline.com/dl.htm

Words and Music: © 2003 by Tom Smith
Dedicated ta Cap'n Slappy an' Ol' Chumbucket,
fer creatin' National Talk Like A Pirate Day (September 19th)
I could go on for a long time about this song, but I think we'll cut it down to one word.
Arrr.

Most days are like all of the others,
Go to work, come back home, watch TV,
But, brother, if I had me druthers,
I'd chuck it and head out to sea,

For I dream of the skull and the crossbones,
I dream of the great day to come,
When I dump the mundane for the Old Spanish Main
And trade me computer for rum! ARRR!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
When laptops are benches God gave us fer wenches,
And a sail ain't a low price ta pay!
When timbers are shivered and lillies are livered
And every last buckle is swashed,
We'll abandon our cars for a shipfull of ARRRs
And pound back the grog till we're sloshed! Yo ho....

Don't pick up yer phone and say "Hello,
Our ten-o-clock meeting's delayed",
Ye scrunch up yer face and ye bellow,
"AVAST! Ye've been bleedin' BELAYED!"

Ye can't keep this fun to yerself, I bet,
So sing "Aye!" "ARRR!" "Ayy!" every man!
We ain't got much grasp of the alphabet,
But a damn good retirement plan!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
Whatever's in fashion is in for a thrashin'
And bein' polite is passe!
When it's ev'ry man's duty to grab his proud beauty
And let out a hearty YO HO!
And if this offends you, hold y'r breath as we sends you
Ta Davy Jones' Locker ya go! Yo ho....

We'll tell every banker "Heave to and weigh anchor!"
Buy latte with pieces of eight
We'll fight to be chosen as cap'n or bosun
The loser, o' course, is worst mate!

When we hoist Jolly Roger, the landlubbers dodge 'er,
We fill 'em with loathing and fear,
We'll plunder and pillage each city and village,
Or at least clean out Wal-Mart of beer!

There ain't no computin' or morning commutin',
No "Parking Lot Full" signs for me,
No lawns ta be mowin' or bills to be owin',
I'm knowin' the pull of the sea.

The fresh salty brace of the wind on my face
Through hurricane, sunshine or squalls,
I'm keepin' my eyes on the distant horizon,
Verizon can hold all my calls!

To wear a red coat full o' buckles,
To earn a few duelling scars,
Well, at least we can get a few chuckles
By filling the office with ARRRs!

And maybe we'll never get closer,
Than watchin' 'em on the big screen,
So here's to old Errol and Depp as Jack Sparrow,
And every damn one in between!

T' me,
Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho,
It's "Talk Like A Pirate" Day!
That time in September when sea dogs remember
That grown-ups still know how ta play!
When wenches are curvy and dogs are all scurvy
And a soft-wear patch covers your eye,
Ta hell with our jobs, for one day we're all swabs
And buccaneers all till we die!

So hoist up the mainsils and shut down your brain cells,
They only would get in the way,
Avast there, me hearty, we're havin' a party,
It's "Talk... Like... A Pirate" Day!

PMSL!

what in EARTH does all that mean? what a hoot! cato - i reckon you'll be the winner of the "talk like a pirate award for completely incomprehensible (but vastly entertaining) gibberish"!



and tak - what a star! cheers for the song

arrr...ye best be havin' a glossary, I reckon...
Mocanaquah and Shickshinny - two towns that be on opposite sides o' the River Susquehanna in nor'east Pennsylvania
hoagie - sanwich that be called a hero or sub in other parts
haluski - Eastern European dish that be made o' cabbage an' noodles

so there ye be....the pickin's be fair on the River....they ain't seen nothin' to the likes o' Stimmin' Johnny Gray in these parts....be headin' to Berwick next, where the fair stacks o' the nookyuler power plant rise above the town like masts on me ship....pickin' up crew on the landin'....arrrr.....

Aharrrrr me hearties, I just wish it was dress up in yer panterloonies day too ARRRRRRRRRRR! *puts on best pirate face ever*

Costuming is implicit. Not implied. If tyou want to dress like a pirate too thats ok. I'm looking all over for my old skull and crossbones t shirt

Yay! Although I do believe I read on the original site that the inventors were annoyed that people had transformed it into 'Dress Like A Pirate' day!

arrr...the twin stacks o' the Berwick power plant be dead ahead, buggerin' th' clouds that promise fair sailin'....be needin' me a new cabin boy soon...th' old one had hisself an accident....fell neckfirst onta me sword while drinkin' me rum....arrrr.....woke up this mornin' an' found me eyepatch stuck to me eye...should be cleanin' it more often, I thinks....th' pickin's is not lookin' good in Berwick....th' pizza tastes like it be made in Callyfornya....onta Bloomsburg....the wenches be comin' back ta th' university soon...arrrrr

arrr...sorry ta bin away so long....th' sailin's bin good....made it all the way to Baltymore.....picked up some wenches an' some John Waters memorabilia....I loves th' guy.....even if he be a wee bit queer.....got back in time fer th' annual Rattlesnake Roundup, which be as close as the pansy landlubbers get ta' real danger....me new cabin boy had hisself a accident....fell off me plank with his hands full o' me gold....runnin' out o' cabin boys...rum...where's me rum? Oh there ye be.....rum, me friend, me pal, me lover.....arrrr

14 days to go... and counting...

I don't even have to say anything piratey,I can prove to you guys that I'm the best by excreeting my super powerful pirate aura....see,it even works over the intra-web

ARRGH!
Named meself Mad Jack Tinker, I did, an' sailing o'er the internet I foun' this site fidius.org, arrgh, what gave me this name, and I likes it just as much as me own!
I be able to talk like a pirate all day, me hearties, an' I'll do the day after as well...


My pirate name is:
Mad Jack Kidd

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!