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Posted by: Jacki | September 19, 2006 at 07:48 AM
Dave be right!
Arrrr!
Posted by: Steve | September 19, 2006 at 07:55 AM
Harrrrr, the lily-livered cow fell int' a well! This calls for a dip in ye grog bowl, mateys.
Aye, me parrot concurs.
Posted by: Swabbin' Madeline Kidd (KDF) | September 19, 2006 at 07:55 AM
Ouch & ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Posted by: Siouxie | September 19, 2006 at 07:58 AM
Ahoy, mateys!
Posted by: Iron Mary Flint | September 19, 2006 at 07:59 AM
Ahoy!
What be a cow doing bathing?
Harrr! Me I'm gettin' to be a real pirate !
Posted by: Cap'n Steve | September 19, 2006 at 08:03 AM
*SNOaarrrrrrrrrrRK*
Posted by: Swabbin' Madeline Kidd (KDF) | September 19, 2006 at 08:04 AM
ARRRRRRRR got ta git me bum outta here 'n git to
workthe poopdeck!I'll be seein' the ugly lot of ya's in a wee bit!!
Posted by: Siouxie | September 19, 2006 at 08:06 AM
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
Posted by: Cap'n Milton Roughnite | September 19, 2006 at 08:08 AM
Avast ye matey ... arrrrr back at ya!
Now I go swab the poop deck. (That's pirate talk for cleaning the litter box.)
Posted by: Wench Cheryl | September 19, 2006 at 08:16 AM
damn...my company made front page of the Herald on line...in a bad way
Chaz's company in news for embezzelment
Posted by: Chaz | September 19, 2006 at 08:16 AM
YAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!
Me timbers be not shivered, arrrr, they not even be awake yet....
Posted by: Punkin Poo | September 19, 2006 at 08:30 AM
I mean...
Posted by: Burnin' Laura Morgan | September 19, 2006 at 08:30 AM
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!
Posted by: Meanie the Bluebeard | September 19, 2006 at 08:34 AM
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?
Posted by: Black Death Laura (Jessica R.) | September 19, 2006 at 08:39 AM
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.
Posted by: Norman the Fashionably Late (Wyo) | September 19, 2006 at 08:40 AM
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............
Posted by: Cap'n Hidalgo Sharkbait | September 19, 2006 at 08:41 AM
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
Posted by: PirateBoy | September 19, 2006 at 08:49 AM
Arrr, Chaz, and how do we know yer not hidin' the booty somewheres?
Posted by: Guin | September 19, 2006 at 08:49 AM
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....
Posted by: Chaz | September 19, 2006 at 08:53 AM
AHHH, Chaz be pillagin' fer a different sort o' booty...
Posted by: Black Death Laura (Jessica R.) | September 19, 2006 at 08:55 AM
Evidently wasn't a sea cow, th' poor creature.
Posted by: Bootleg Pitty | September 19, 2006 at 08:57 AM
Chaz needs his wench so as no scury be getting into his britches...
(I got nothin')
Posted by: Chaz | September 19, 2006 at 08:57 AM
Aye, Chaz, ya cannot be quittin' yer story there! Just as we're hearin' tell of a wench an' fine booty!
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | September 19, 2006 at 08:57 AM
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®
Posted by: Cap'n Alena "ddd" Saggingsails | September 19, 2006 at 08:57 AM
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
Posted by: occam's lady schick | September 19, 2006 at 08:58 AM
Chuck Norris is a landlubbing wench
Posted by: Chaz | September 19, 2006 at 09:03 AM
sorry....Chuck Norris be a landlubbing wench
Posted by: Chaz | September 19, 2006 at 09:03 AM
Cap'n 3D the Saggy, is this Fukitol an OTC or do I need to forge a Doctor's signature?
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | September 19, 2006 at 09:05 AM
Darrrrrrrrrrrrrn, I missed it this morrrrrrnin' so I'll be havin' my keel hauled this evenin', ifyeknowwhutimean.
Posted by: rrrrrrrrrrrrrita | September 19, 2006 at 09:07 AM
lecture quote of the day:
"When I think of Dr. Fournier, I think of draining testicles"
AARRRRRRR
Posted by: Cap'n Alena "ddd" Saggingsails | September 19, 2006 at 09:09 AM
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 ...
Posted by: O. the U(manity) | September 19, 2006 at 09:11 AM
RUM!
CAR!
KEALHAULED!
boog'arrrrr
Posted by: Kibby "Scurvey Gums Baily" F5™ | September 19, 2006 at 09:12 AM
Pirate Wyo-
they'll be throwin' ye into the brig if ya try- just try the Fukitol attitude (like pirattitude)
Posted by: Cap'n Alana"ddd" Saggingsails | September 19, 2006 at 09:13 AM
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.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | September 19, 2006 at 09:16 AM
Draining testicles and Mondays always get me down.
Posted by: Stevie W | September 19, 2006 at 09:18 AM
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR again'
Posted by: Siouxie | September 19, 2006 at 09:23 AM
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.
Posted by: Swabbin' Madeline Kidd (KDF) | September 19, 2006 at 09:24 AM
Avast ye swabs!! And how do all of ye be on TLAPD
Posted by: Cap'n Izzy Jailbait (DavetheRed) | September 19, 2006 at 09:24 AM
stevie- HAAARRRRRRR
Pirate Wyo- better living through chemistry
AARRRRRR
Posted by: Cap'n Alana "ddd" Saggingsails | September 19, 2006 at 09:25 AM
Rum anyone?
Posted by: Bumble Wench | September 19, 2006 at 09:25 AM
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!
Posted by: Porthole Tad Hacke (aka, Scott) | September 19, 2006 at 09:26 AM
And ... AAARRRR!!
Posted by: Cap'n Izzy Jailbait (DavetheRed) | September 19, 2006 at 09:26 AM
Arrrrrrrr PBS&J sounds like a sandwich of some sort.
Posted by: Cap'n Dan Buttwipe(Art Vandelay) | September 19, 2006 at 09:28 AM
I think they should name it "Timmy"....
Posted by: Boogzy | September 19, 2006 at 09:32 AM
Arr and avast! This looks to me like self-marinating steak, it does.
Yarr.
Posted by: Cap'n Completely | September 19, 2006 at 09:32 AM
Thanky for the Rum, Bumbly Wench, but all these chemicals are givin' me the munchies.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | September 19, 2006 at 09:33 AM
AYE!!! finally some
coffeewakin' spirits!me timbers be tryin' ta wake up this fine morn'...and this darn
workpoopdeck's not gonna clean isself!is pilin' up!Posted by: Siouxie | September 19, 2006 at 09:34 AM
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
Posted by: Art Vandelay | September 19, 2006 at 09:35 AM
where i buried i meant
Posted by: Art Vandelay | September 19, 2006 at 09:36 AM
Arrrrr to all! And pass the Rum!
Posted by: Just Ducky | September 19, 2006 at 09:36 AM
It changes if you use lower case, Art...
oh I mean ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, Art!!
Posted by: Siouxie | September 19, 2006 at 09:37 AM
AHOY!
Posted by: Pirate Anne, the Engorged | September 19, 2006 at 09:37 AM
Avast!
Posted by: Cap'n Crunch | September 19, 2006 at 09:42 AM
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:
Posted by: Burnin' Laura Morgan | September 19, 2006 at 09:44 AM
Oh, I mean, ARRRRRRRRRRR...if ye be havin' any cure left over, me thinks Anne the Engorged also be in need......
Posted by: Burnin' Laura Morgan | September 19, 2006 at 09:48 AM
Snork...err..I mean ARRRRGGGG
Posted by: Chaz | September 19, 2006 at 09:49 AM
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!
Posted by: Siouxie | September 19, 2006 at 09:51 AM
ZOUNDS!! THAT BE TOO CLOSE FOR AN OLD' SALT! TOTE ME A TOT, LASS.
Posted by: Chazamataz The Terrible | September 19, 2006 at 09:52 AM
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)
Posted by: Burnin' Laura Morgan | September 19, 2006 at 09:54 AM
I be havin' a powerful thirst me buckos, pass me some
coffeeer..grog.Posted by: Cap'n Izzy Jailbait (DavetheRed) | September 19, 2006 at 09:58 AM
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!
Posted by: Cap'n William Buttscar | September 19, 2006 at 09:58 AM
This talk be yards o' fun.
It be most fun with a pint o' rum.
HAAAAAAAARRRRR to ye all
Posted by: Chazamataz The Terrible | September 19, 2006 at 09:59 AM
Cap'n Sagginsails, that Google search ye recommended we not perform be makin' me sail be saggy.
Posted by: Cap'n William Buttscar | September 19, 2006 at 10:00 AM
E'en me favorite search engine is in the spirit o' things today.
Posted by: Pirate Doris, the Badly Burnt | September 19, 2006 at 10:01 AM
did you scurvy dogs see Cap'n Dave's article from a vast years back?
TLAPD
Posted by: Chazamataz The Terrible | September 19, 2006 at 10:06 AM
Ahoy me matey's,
The cow should be named Arrrrrrrrrrrlene says I.
Posted by: Addicted to 24 | September 19, 2006 at 10:09 AM
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*
Posted by: Capn Faith Jailbait(Med) | September 19, 2006 at 10:13 AM
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.
Posted by: Saucy wench vanityball | September 19, 2006 at 10:13 AM
Here's a link for the language challenged.
Posted by: Wyo Cowboy | September 19, 2006 at 10:14 AM
ahoy me hearties and pass that rum. nobody will suspect it in my coffee, will they?? arrrrrrrrr
Posted by: queensbee | September 19, 2006 at 10:15 AM
wwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooooowwwwwwwweeeeeeeeoooooooooowwwwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooooooWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOO
oops, it's talk like a pirate day, not talk like KUNG-POW day
sorry
Posted by: occam's lady schick | September 19, 2006 at 10:18 AM
ahoy me matey's!! click me pirate-y name for some pirate fun!
Posted by: Pirate Jessie The Infected | September 19, 2006 at 10:19 AM
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.
Posted by: Bumble Wench | September 19, 2006 at 10:23 AM
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)
Posted by: Burnin' Laura Morgan | September 19, 2006 at 10:25 AM
Unless the eye-candy wench be Kira Knightly. Thee booty on that lass be fine and tasty no matter where it have been
Posted by: Chazamataz The Terrible | September 19, 2006 at 10:25 AM
Chaz~ Same goes for Bloom and Depp, I suppose.
Posted by: Bumble Wench | September 19, 2006 at 10:29 AM
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...
Posted by: Granuaile aka estrogen centrale | September 19, 2006 at 10:36 AM
""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)
Posted by: Blind Annie Bigbootie | September 19, 2006 at 10:37 AM
Me toasty Wench Keira
Posted by: Chazamataz The Terrible | September 19, 2006 at 10:39 AM
Tha' picture of yer saucy wench be lookin' like she fell down a well.
Just sayin'...
Posted by: Cap'n William Buttscar | September 19, 2006 at 10:40 AM
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.
Posted by: Burnin' Laura Morgan | September 19, 2006 at 10:47 AM
Better Keira Pix
Posted by: Chazamataz The Terrible | September 19, 2006 at 10:47 AM
Oh, and ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
(Hey, Dave! Are you wearing your "Pirate Union" T-shirt today?)
Posted by: Burnin' Laura Morgan | September 19, 2006 at 10:49 AM
Ahoy matey's, I finally be back from swabbing the poop deck (translation: cleaning rat cages)
Bumble Wench, your pic, ARRRRR :-)
Posted by: Machete Yvette Hacke | September 19, 2006 at 10:50 AM
Chaz~ Uh-huh. Not doin' nothin' fer me. But this...
Enjoy, Yvette!
Posted by: Bumble Wench | September 19, 2006 at 10:54 AM
I be suddenly grateful fer me job tha' involves no rat cages at all.
Posted by: Cap'n William Buttscar | September 19, 2006 at 10:55 AM
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
Posted by: Cap'n Alana "ddd" Saggingsails | September 19, 2006 at 10:58 AM
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.)
Posted by: Cap'n William Buttscar | September 19, 2006 at 10:58 AM
**SNORK** Burnin' Laura Morgan
Posted by: Blind Annie Bigbootie | September 19, 2006 at 10:58 AM
Avast, tis' a due to be paid, unfortunately, until I get some Jim lads and lasses to swap the poop for me!
Posted by: Machete Yvette Hacke | September 19, 2006 at 10:58 AM
Ha-HAAAARRRRRR, Cap'n Saggysails!
Posted by: Cap'n William Buttscar | September 19, 2006 at 10:59 AM
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
Posted by: Chazamataz The Terrible | September 19, 2006 at 10:59 AM
er, swab, I meant... YARRRRRRR
Posted by: Machete Yvette Hacke | September 19, 2006 at 10:59 AM
She be a fetching wench indeed, Chazamataz, terrible fetching, yarrr.
I'll be in me bunk.
Posted by: Cap'n William Buttscar | September 19, 2006 at 11:02 AM
HARRRRRRRRR and a hearrrrrty harrr harrrr to ye all!!!
I be
workingswabbin' much this mornin', just carry on with da pillagin' an' the rapin'!uh...ARRRRRRRRR
Posted by: Cap'n Helga Beerbong (Siouxie) | September 19, 2006 at 11:09 AM
Harrr Yarrr and Arrr...all at once
Posted by: Chazamataz The Terrible | September 19, 2006 at 11:09 AM
oh and a HARRRRRRRRsnorkRRRRRR to ye Burnin' Laura Morgan wench!!!
Posted by: Siouxie | September 19, 2006 at 11:13 AM
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.
Posted by: Just Ducky | September 19, 2006 at 11:14 AM
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!!
Posted by: Siouxie | September 19, 2006 at 11:17 AM