September 19, 2007

• Ahoy! Land Ho! Sea Ho! Wenches Everywhere!

  Ahoy me hearties!
  
  
  It be International Talk Like A Pirate Day 2007, A day I, Cap’n Iron James Roberts bin celebrating with plenty o rum and grog for many a moon. Of course, I always be looking for more crew to set sail on this fine day with me (though not to touch me rum, or ye be walking the plank), and because o that, I gonna be attemptin to be teaching all o ye landlubbers how to be celebrating today!

  First, be there any scurvy sea dogs who no be believin that pirates be stoppin in at all ports o call today, here be the link to talk like a pirate day!

  ye can no be a pirate without a pirate name. Be clickin here to plunder one fer yeself, me hearties

  Before we set sail, ye be needing to know how to be talking with yer crewmates, arrr. Here be an instructional video from me preferred seas o’ pirating, the internet

  
  Now that ye be knowing how to talk like a pirate, let me be telling you, that it no be an easy life. Especially as a pirate doctor, i be swabbing far too many poop decks, if ye be catching me drift. But the medicine of the lubbers be improving since me early days o pirating, as ye can be seeing from this here ships log o “PIRATE MEDICINE“
  
  In case ye all be wondering, Me first patient at the horizon o the day bin a wee jim lad who i be treating while talking to like a pirate. Fortune be for me that he be a simple medical eval and it be the best way o connecting with him, as I be swearing last year that at least one o me hearties be treated in pirate speak this year

  Here be some highlights from previous pirate day posts

  

  The best licence plate ever, yarr

  Leave Blackbeard Alone!

  List o Booty an Pirate Links
  TLAPD 2006
  TLAPD 2005

  Capn Dan And the Pirate Rap

  
  
  Now I be off to plunder doubloons and schilling and pieces of eight from the wee morning til I empty the rum crate. So wenches be wary, and jim lads be scared- Capn Iron James Roberts is to be afeared. For laptops be benches god gave us for wenches and a sail aint a low prices to play.
  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

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