Talk like a pirate thread

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Arrr! The scoundrel ehmermerbehem. Now there be a legendary scoundrel if ever there was one. Arrrr!

i 'ad 'im. he was crap.

an' i'm a northern sea lass, if yer don't mind - none o' them softie southern seas fer me.

http://www.wrongplanet.net/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=5807

i be not worthy of even a rewrite?

i be thinkin' about walkin' me own plank with the misery.

/me thinks for a moment.

Narrrrrrrrr! bugger that fer a laugh - i'll be off to kill a few o' them blueberry munchers instead, arrrrr!

Arrrr. She be spitting flames so hot the sea be a boilin'. Alas, ye blueberry munchers must flee, from the vixen that scourges the northern sea! Arrr

vix, vix, vix!

(this is just too much fun - has anyone noticed that it's the older mob having such a laugh on here?)

Arrh!
I be havin a belly laf ever time I come here. I keeps the humor here and th dark o me life in ta other place.
Arrh! I been Mad Jack since I firs came ta this site, an happy I am ta be out o th closet an havin ever one know I be Mad Jack the pirate psychologist....

Older?

I be not old...

GA

Arrr, ye best be plugging that accordian into the ships 150,000 watt PA system so we can be blastin' chanties cross the seven seas. Arrrr. No wonder we have so litttle room for eats, arrr, we need a smaller PA.

As far as having a laugh, sometimes posting on the forums is more like work and I have always found play time more relaxing.

Arr, well let's be plugging in young Bessie the most Piratey Accordian here and seeing what she can do!

Oh sing ye jolly pirate scum of salt and sea and ocean breeze
With a nibble of 'tack and a sip of rum, and pellet of mouldy old cheese!
For the waters be high and our sails be blue (or is it the other way round?)
Arr, and playing the 'ccordian ain't something I do too well, is that why we're aground?

Cap'n, ye'd best be calling a tug boat to pull us off these rocks. I'll be stumping off to think up some more verses; fer now I'm stumped.

Arrr, the tugboat sank and if this crazy bird don't stop parroting that accordian I might just throw meself from the crow's nest.

A sorry bunch of sailors we, stranded in the angry sea;
Crank the volume to 23, time for accordian solos it be!

But wait, before we get to that, I lost me favorite pirate hat;
The bird got mad and stole it away, let's sell the beast to Chic-Fil-A;
Guess I got to make anew, get me cardboard, felt and glue;
I'll make one both for me and you, then we again be pirates true.

Arrrr! I don't sound like a pirate to be dreaded much.

avast, ye lubbers, a-feared o' the brine,
cos black hearted deepy is startin' to rhyme,
an' ye'll all be sung to a watery tomb,
as ye rush down the 'plank to avoid his tunes.

if 16 men's on a dead bugger's chest,
i'll not be the one who's awashin' 'is vest,
cos i be the vixen o' the northern seas,
wi' me cat o' nine tails, and banana daquiris

(i don't drink rum neat, see, cos i got some class,
and if you don't like it, you can stick it up your bottom).

Arrr, they must be 16 tiny little men to be all fittin on one scoundrels chest...

'less o' course that be the scoundrel Gulliver.. Arrrr! He best be stayin off my


blue, blue....






blue...





suede shoes.




Sorry, crossposting in topcis. I'm a baaaaaaadddd boy.

stoppit, stoppit, stoppit! !

i have to go and collect my car from the garage in a bit, which involves walking down a main road. i do not wish to be arrested en route for being one of those weird laughy people. anyway, i might fall over if i don't stop laughing soon.