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September 19, 2006

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

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It be too early to be first.

Dave be right!

Arrrr!

Harrrrr, the lily-livered cow fell int' a well! This calls for a dip in ye grog bowl, mateys.

Aye, me parrot concurs.

Ouch & ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

Ahoy, mateys!

Ahoy!

What be a cow doing bathing?

Harrr! Me I'm gettin' to be a real pirate !

ARRRRRRRR got ta git me bum outta here 'n git to work the poopdeck!

I'll be seein' the ugly lot of ya's in a wee bit!!

the cow walked the plank
it's scurvy frame was hauled from
davy jones locker

i say leave 'er be
'tis a fittin' end for a
bovine poop machine

bossy back on top
i'm not paid enough for this
pass the grog mateys

Avast ye matey ... arrrrr back at ya!

Now I go swab the poop deck. (That's pirate talk for cleaning the litter box.)

damn...my company made front page of the Herald on line...in a bad way

Chaz's company in news for embezzelment

YAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!

Me timbers be not shivered, arrrr, they not even be awake yet....

I mean...

Arrrr (not our), and may the rotting scoundrel who tipped that cow off the plank be keelhauled by his doubloons.

Where be the booty from that plunderin', Chaz The Nameless? You be employed by landlubber pirates!

ARRRGH, I be shiverin' my kids timbers to get them to school this mornin'.

Chaz, have ye' a berth with the pirates aboard PBS&J, or be ye lookin' fer a new cap'n to ship with?

Marnin' Mateys! It seemes I've been found out. Arrrrrrrr. Me scheme was simple, based on our old habit of buried treasure. I'd rustle me up some cows, and hide 'em away. But then this blasted dog found me out an' tipped off the authorities.

Arrrrrrr! Get the lassies to build a fire and we'll take the saved cow and .......

Argh! In the name of pirates we'll let this one go!...

And now, that mention of the poop deck has given me cause............

Since me be only half-awake ('tis still early), me can only offer ye a half-avast greeting on this Great Day.

Just say Arrrrr!

-PB

Arrr, Chaz, and how do we know yer not hidin' the booty somewheres?

Alas Seadogs, the theiven cap'n be before me time aboard. Walked the plank have he. As for booty, the wench in me cabin be she....

AHHH, Chaz be pillagin' fer a different sort o' booty...

Evidently wasn't a sea cow, th' poor creature.

Chaz needs his wench so as no scury be getting into his britches...

(I got nothin')

Aye, Chaz, ya cannot be quittin' yer story there! Just as we're hearin' tell of a wench an' fine booty!

Avast!

Here be yer lecture updates :

large serpent biting an old salty dog's face

*WARNING - THERE BE ROUGH SEAS AHEAD* Do not gooogle circinate balanitis unless yer Really be wantin' yer timbers shivered!

Also, the gov'ner addressin' this scurrvy lot showed a new medicine for when yer wench is troublin' ye, yer crew be mutiny-prone, take Fukitol®

and the tale trod on from the previous aaaaaarrrrrrrr thread......

so while chuck norris was swimming to africa with his giant pantaloons bulging with booty to bless the starving children he discovered a way to create a clean burning energy source using nothing but sea wataarrrrr.......

hence he did not hafta go to the middle east and roundhouse kick butt there because their lousy oil became worthless.....

THAT, is how chuck norris solved all the earth's problems by stopping the stupid wars AND global warming in one fell swoop. arrrrrrrrrrr

Chuck Norris is a landlubbing wench

sorry....Chuck Norris be a landlubbing wench

Cap'n 3D the Saggy, is this Fukitol an OTC or do I need to forge a Doctor's signature?

Darrrrrrrrrrrrrn, I missed it this morrrrrrnin' so I'll be havin' my keel hauled this evenin', ifyeknowwhutimean.

lecture quote of the day:
"When I think of Dr. Fournier, I think of draining testicles"

AARRRRRRR

Yarrrrr ... there be too many scurvy errors and usage scum in that lead story and that tale of Chaz and the rum-soaked dogs of his company -- er -- nasty band -- for Cap'n Iggy Kookypants to be a fair-minded lad enuf to be kind to them as whut told those nasty tales ... so, the Cap'n be off to one last day at his normal lootin' and plunderin' at the shop, before he sails the skies to the Land of the Leprechaun ...

RUM!

CAR!

KEALHAULED!

boog'arrrrr

Pirate Wyo-

they'll be throwin' ye into the brig if ya try- just try the Fukitol attitude (like pirattitude)

Cap'n 3D the Saggy, might I be usin' TOPICORT with me Fukitol an' rum? (I'm askin' on behalf o' a matey o' mine!)

so many chemicals, so many questions.

Draining testicles and Mondays always get me down.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR again'

Aye, that be a question, Cap'n ddd the Saggy.

How is it that Captain Jack Sparrow always manages to keep his eye liner looking fresh? Discuss.

Avast ye swabs!! And how do all of ye be on TLAPD

stevie- HAAARRRRRRR
Pirate Wyo- better living through chemistry

AARRRRRR

Rum anyone?

Uh, avast ye, mateys. Sheer up the mizzenmast and, um, do something with Davey Jones' Locker. (OK, honestly? I never paid attention in Talk Like a Pirate Class, so I've got almost nothing here. I'll try harder next year. Really.)

Also, arrrrrrrrrrr!

And ... AAARRRR!!

Arrrrrrrr PBS&J sounds like a sandwich of some sort.

I think they should name it "Timmy"....


Arr and avast! This looks to me like self-marinating steak, it does.

Yarr.

Thanky for the Rum, Bumbly Wench, but all these chemicals are givin' me the munchies.

AYE!!! finally some coffee wakin' spirits!

me timbers be tryin' ta wake up this fine morn'...and this darn work poopdeck's not gonna clean isself! is pilin' up!

I just did my pirate name with lowercase letters this time and its quite a mouthfull: Can't remember where I the damn buried treasue Pablo

where i buried i meant

Arrrrr to all! And pass the Rum!

It changes if you use lower case, Art...

oh I mean ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, Art!!

Avast, Cap'n Sagginsails...

Have ye anythin' in that pouch o' yers that might cure the fire that be in me, arrr, treasure-chestal area... I canna no longarrr scratch for relief, as me hook has inflicted much further damage... I may requiarrr a poltice..

...that's why they be callin' me:

Oh, I mean, ARRRRRRRRRRR...if ye be havin' any cure left over, me thinks Anne the Engorged also be in need......

Snork...err..I mean ARRRRGGGG

HARRRRRRRRRRRR ye fiery wench!! don't ye be gettin' yer pantaloons all in a twist...jes rub a bit o' rum in yer vast uh...doubloons an' it'll fix what ails ye!

ZOUNDS!! THAT BE TOO CLOSE FOR AN OLD' SALT! TOTE ME A TOT, LASS.

Ahhhhhh, but the rum, it burns.....

...though it make an attractive cologne - if ye be likin' to attract rum-swillin' sea scum!

(No offense to ya, Norman the fashionably late)

I be havin' a powerful thirst me buckos, pass me some coffee er..grog.

ARRRRRRRRR! Reading th' tale o' this bovine rescue, it certainly seems to ha' become quite the bureaucratic exercise.

They be declarin' it an "OSHA confined space rescue," an' appointin' an Incendent Commander an' all. I'd be fer declarin' a barbeque!

This talk be yards o' fun.
It be most fun with a pint o' rum.

HAAAAAAAARRRRR to ye all

Cap'n Sagginsails, that Google search ye recommended we not perform be makin' me sail be saggy.

E'en me favorite search engine is in the spirit o' things today.

did you scurvy dogs see Cap'n Dave's article from a vast years back?

TLAPD

Ahoy me matey's,

The cow should be named Arrrrrrrrrrrlene says I.

AAAARRRRRRRRRR!!!!

Ahoy, Mates. Pass the grog, the dictionary and the remote control.

Anyone for Dodgeball?

*dumps balls and goes back to lurking to watch the game*

Ahoy me hearties. Me thinks that they should name this unfortunate bovine, beef wellingtonclick here. Add some grog and we will have a pirate feast.


ahoy me hearties and pass that rum. nobody will suspect it in my coffee, will they?? arrrrrrrrr

wwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooowwwwwwwweeeeeeeeoooooooooowwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOO

oops, it's talk like a pirate day, not talk like KUNG-POW day

sorry

ahoy me matey's!! click me pirate-y name for some pirate fun!

Wyo~ I wouldn't advise eating pirate booty; you never know where it's been, and I don't think they take many hygiene measures on them ships.

Piratey Exchange:

"Avast! You be getting rum in me coffee!"

"Yaaaaaar! An' you be gettin' coffee in me rum!"

"Arrrrrgh! These be two great tastes that taste great together!"

(singing and dancing to a piratey jingle ensues)

Unless the eye-candy wench be Kira Knightly. Thee booty on that lass be fine and tasty no matter where it have been

Chaz~ Same goes for Bloom and Depp, I suppose.

Jessica the cow, named after the girl, who fell in the well (like the kid didn't go through enough already) or the Simpson - ay, too close to call...

""The cow is a new addition to our family," stated Bev Pelz. "We have not even named her yet,"

Yarrrrrrr, and I be namin' 'er Clumsy, aye

Blind Annie Bigbootie (fxhntrsppi)

Tha' picture of yer saucy wench be lookin' like she fell down a well.

Just sayin'...

Pelz?

Jessica Pelz
Fell down a wellz
They got her up with a hoist.
Shoved a spit up her a$$,
Turned on the gas,
And Jessica turned out quite moist.

Oh, and ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!


(Hey, Dave! Are you wearing your "Pirate Union" T-shirt today?)

Ahoy matey's, I finally be back from swabbing the poop deck (translation: cleaning rat cages)

Bumble Wench, your pic, ARRRRR :-)

Chaz~ Uh-huh. Not doin' nothin' fer me. But this...

Enjoy, Yvette!

I be suddenly grateful fer me job tha' involves no rat cages at all.

Arrrr, me hearties


Ye olde lecture updare

The current speaker has bad hair pugs. He bears a strong resemblance to a chia pet® with glasses

Was it jus' me, or did Cap'n Jack Sparrow seem to walk with even more of a swish in the second film? NTTBAWWT (Not tha' there be anythin' wrong wi' that.)

**SNORK** Burnin' Laura Morgan

Avast, tis' a due to be paid, unfortunately, until I get some Jim lads and lasses to swap the poop for me!

Ha-HAAAARRRRRR, Cap'n Saggysails!

where be all thee scury mates with jewels the size of conch shells between their legs to comment on me first mate Keira? no blogg wenches need comment

er, swab, I meant... YARRRRRRR

She be a fetching wench indeed, Chazamataz, terrible fetching, yarrr.

I'll be in me bunk.

HARRRRRRRRR and a hearrrrrty harrr harrrr to ye all!!!

I be working swabbin' much this mornin', just carry on with da pillagin' an' the rapin'!

uh...ARRRRRRRRR

Harrr Yarrr and Arrr...all at once

oh and a HARRRRRRRRsnorkRRRRRR to ye Burnin' Laura Morgan wench!!!

Harrr, all me hearties!

Even Yahoo is in on it:

http://buzz.yahoo.com/buzzlog/37087/seadog-talk

Not to brag, but when I spoke to me grad-school daughter yesterday about TLAPD, she said she already knew about it and had, in fact, celebrated the day last year.

I be so proud.

well I be off ta shiver some timbers or swash some buckles or sumtin'(mumbles something about stooopid work and boring acountant types that looked at me funny when I yelled ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!)

Catch ye's all laterrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!

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