Ahoy!!!

I was teaching a workshop this morning, and my boss forbid me to talk like a pirate during the workshop. :-(

So instead, I only answered questions that were asked in a pirately manner. :-)

Arrrrrrrrrh!

Posted by Mike on September 19, 2006 | Reply

Aye, 'tis the couch wi' buried treasure inside!*

*if you count stale Cheetos as buried treasure

Posted by sultana on September 19, 2006 | Reply

I am happy that "Talk like a Pirate Day" lasts for ONE day...
Because I understand one word out of two !!!

I only understand the Pirates' language in "Asterix" !!!
The famous pirate in Asterix is "Barbe Rouge" !

Posted by Laurence on September 19, 2006 | Reply

You totally broke out of the mood when you said 'bloggers'. But I don't know how else you'd say that in pirate speak.

Posted by Anonymous on September 19, 2006 | Reply

Arrrgh, a pirate joke fer ya:

What did the three pirates say when they walked into the bar?

Ouch.

Arrrrgh!!! Laugh, ye scurvy dogs, laugh.

Posted by Mooselet on September 19, 2006 | Reply

Aaaarrr, my hearties. It be a fine day on the ocean blue, and I be not afraid to make ye walk the plank like the scurvy dogs ye are...

Good lord... sorry about that. My pirate side is a little agressive. Now, where is me rum?

Posted by Bec on September 19, 2006 | Reply

Wow, what a euphemism.

'Me barnacles need a scrapin'

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Compulsory pirate joke:

A pirate walks into a bar with a parrot on his shoulder and the bartender asks, "Hey, where'd you get that thing?" And the parrot responds "well, it started off as this bump on my butt..."

Posted by Wayne Hall on September 19, 2006 | Reply

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Posted by sandra on September 19, 2006 | Reply

Aaaarrr! Where's my label-maker? While watching "Wife Swap" last night just watching 'Mad Sally's' house made me itch *scratch* *scratch again* and NOT in a good way! If having 'Pirattitude' means living with fleas, then I'm ready to walk the plank. Maybe now that "Talk Like a Pirate Day" has gotten so much attention 'Ol' Chumbucket' can pay his gas bill...gosh, I've never used so many quotation marks!

Posted by Mrs RW on September 19, 2006 | Reply

OMG, I'm so glad that someone ELSE 'fessed up to having watched those nutballs on "Wife Swap," because I was fit to bust. Those families...WOW. If I HAD to choose one to spend any considerable amount of time with, I guess it would have to be the compulsive over-organizer (were they REALLY folding and organizing clothes to THROW AWAY?)...but just because I prefer not to live in a pile of dirt and fleas, and I do like my electricity and heat. But my favorite moment of all might have come from the other swap, when Anal-Retentive Cleaning Man made the deLIGHTful declarative statement, "After all, women are just like puppy dogs. They do something right, you throw 'em a treat, toss 'em a dollar bill. They catch on in time." Yeah. I think I might prefer the fleas after all.

Not to cast unfair aspersions, but when the most stable person in both groups is a guy called "Cap'n Slappy..."

Posted by Belinda on September 19, 2006 | Reply

[Turns to Parrot on shoulder and speaks in low, scruffy whisper...]

Arrrrrrrrr - I reckon the wench be laughin' at me spintered peg leg... Couldn't be seein' that there bar fer all the fog on a night this dark... Methinks ye Mooselet best be walkin' this here plank on all fours fer that one, Matey...

:: Pieces of Eight ::
:: Pieces of Eight ::
:: The Wench Be Laughing ::
:: Pieces of Eight ::

Posted by Kapha on September 19, 2006 | Reply

Thanks to a downed email server at my day job, my "Arrrgh!" was directed more at Windows 2000 Server than any pirate-related banter.

Posted by ChillyWilly on September 20, 2006 | Reply