Arr my hearties, 'tis the 19th day of September, a day dear to my heart and tripes. For 'tis the day when I, eight years back now, did splice my lanyard to that of my goodly wife,
sammywol. We've been sailing the seas ever since, sometimes before the mast, sometimes below decks in the Capt'n's cabin (ay, saucy, I know), but always with a laugh, a song and a barrelful of some reasonably priced caribbean rum.
Arrrr, etc.
Arrrr, etc.
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::B::
P.S. But...I thought it was "Talk Like A Pirate Day", not "Talk Like A Parrot Day"...
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Avast ye, you land lubber, and your parrotical references. You made me drop my pirate accent there.
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Shakespeare and pirates: who would like that combo? And I thought of you.
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