that's a good one! :lol:

I'm just glad it's not Smell Like a Pirate Day...they can't possibly smell good.

That depends...I thought smell like a pirate day was everyday. Talk to my co-workers. We'll see what day it is.

To celebrate, I'm going to have a lunch outing with my good friend Captain Morgan.

All I really want is the rum. That will be my pirate contribution.

Just be careful. Whenever I spend time with the Captain, I end up with his seamen.

arrrgggh! (piratical groan)

Were you able to accommodate all of them in the poopdeck?

:lol: @ you two scalliwags.

And Cloud...piratical is my new favorite word!

Yes. My aft was sore for a week. ;-)

Should've stopped when you got to the bulkhead.

Couldn't. I believe in going all the way down with the ship.

Piratical Roasting
 

So, my boss is going to a "roast" tonight of a client. I thought it would be fun to give him some pirate talk. If you were going to "roast" some one all pirate-like, what would you say?

Here's a toast I found:

"Dear Lord Above, Send Down A Dove, With Wings as Sharp as Razors, To Slit The Throats of Them Thar Blokes What Sells Bad Rum to Sailors." Cheers

Precisely what kind of roasting are you talking about....?

As far as I can tell, it's where you eat, drink and then all turn on someone and bitch them up to their faces. And they enjoy it. Like a sort of IRLCellar, I guess.

Oh like the "Flava Flave" Roast. Yea. Cool. I guess.

Talk like a Pirate Day is coming up again . . . and it's on Friday this year!

Party Time! Arrrghh!

Have I ever mentioned that I was in a Pirate roleplay guild in ultima online?

noooo . . . are you a dread bonny lass?

Unfortunately, my character was seasick. The ship's medic. He'd sought his fortune at sea to leave behind certain....professional irregularities.

This friday! two days! Arrr.

Roll up and get your pirate name here: here's a few for you to choose from, make your own or request something personalized and/or see if Jim is doing pirate themed user titles -he might if you offer to swab his decks....

Black Brassiere
Captain ORLY
Penis Pugwash
Cap'n Cellarrrrrrr
Pussy Ninetails
Roger the Cabin Boy
Captain Cajones
Moaning Marvin
Barnacle Boy
Rollin' Rick
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Deck Hand Dick
Captain Cock
Whinging Winnie
Blue Boobies
Muff Diver
Polyester Patty
Daaarrrrrrth Vader
Lord Trollmerchant
Nudie Dwellar
Busty Buchannon
Flaming Freddie

Monster you left out Lord Bargepole! I want to be Lord Bargepole...from the dank and tufted regions of my soul...


The Inch has taught his little sister, the Millimeter, "the pirate face" i.e. Arrrgh Matey I will try to capture it on video for Pirate day and put it up on youtube. It is pretty funny seeing a 15 month old try to make a pirate face.

then lord bargepole you shall be....

although Thrasher Threefoot also has a ring to it....

I love talk like a pirate day!

She'll be the millimetaaarrrr, then?

Can I be Muffy Divaarrrrr?

of course.

Arrrgh Thrasher Threeeee Foote does Roll offf the tongue doesn't it? Aye she be the millimetarrrrr, she does. Ye have ta see the face. It's inexplicable it is. I asked the wench, mrs. foote "What is wrong with me dottir?"

"She be making the pirate face don't ya know?" Come the reply. arrgh a chip off the old block and tackle.

A Cellaaarrr Pirate Story


The night air was as still as a newb caught in an LJ quiz, not a molecule moved, and the sloop Cellaaaarrrr bobbed in the ocean like a greengrocer’s apostrophe. The Jolly Roger hung like a spammer's cock.

Thrasher ThreeeeFoote was on the poop deck, toying with the remains of his evil twin brother, Lord Bargepole. He knew he should be dicing him up for the chumbucket but it was hard when the apple of his eye, Millimetaaarrrr was so devoted to her uncle. Besides, they only needed the chumbucket when shark fishing, and he was pretty sure that the nearby creatures were dolphins. Oh wait, damn, they were sharks. No, dolphins. Oh, the huge manatees.

Who stole mah Bukket?” demanded Muffy Divaaarrr. “I need mah chumbukket”. “I has a bukket” said Millimetaaaarrr. Just as Thrasher was about to bung Bargepole’s bits in the bucket for the bait, tw posted and the sails filled, causing the ship to lurch forward at an alarming rate. “All hands on Dana” cried Captain Pat O’RLY. “Deck, I mean, Deck.”


To be continued….

(maybe)

:thumb:

Arrrrgh , Hows a bout a Name fer me !!

take yer pick:

Anchors A'Weigh
Captain Jim Beam
Zipper EverReady

Zip everReady !!!
Reporten Fer Duty !!!

Sometimes I am dyslexic and all I could see was EverReady Zipper ;)

that's all you were supposed to see.. ;)

gar, it's a whale of a tale, matie.

We'll be needin some sea chanties from you musical folk, don't ya know.

dolphin.

arrr, it be time fer another internet duet from Jim the Jeep and Scorchin' Sundae

Whale oil beef hooked!

It's Pirate Day izzit? Arrgh...I olways ferget th' daye!

'tis tomorra

Pie-rate One-Aye reportin' fer dooty. Arrrr.

PUssy Ninetails reporrrrrrrrrrrrtin' ferrrrrrrrrrrrrrr juty 'ere. Tomorrow be the starrrrrrrrrrrf barrrrrrrrrrrrrbecuueueueue. I may end up walkin' the plank and gettin' a soakin'. If'n I du, I'll post pikshers herrrrrrrrrrrrrrre fer yerz.

Garrrr!!!!! I be givin' a staff training on talk like a pirate day maties.

We're having a party after work. My entire office thinks I'm crazy.

But since my boss is on vacation, I don't get to call him Captain all day (pout)

“All hands on Dick?” piped up Shiver-me-timbers Sheldon with a toothless grin. “STFU” said the ship’s cat.

The Cellaaaaarrr was still gaining speed, the crew tried everything –recipes, word association, rolled them up neatly (except for the fitted ones which they scrunched up into balls and threw in the chumbucket). Then Pussy Ninetails had the bright idea of posting in the Fucked-Up Ships forum. Almost immediately, Nerdy Norman the IT goto guy replied “have you tried taking down the sails, waiting five minutes then putting them backup again?” “RTFM” said the cat. And then “O hai, I fixd ur bote 4 u”. “SFTU” growled Zip EverReady, who had been hoping to watch Pussy Ninetails and the other foxy lady dwellaaarrrs wrestle in the rigging.

As the Cellaaaaarrrr calmed down, Barmy Bruce whipped up a few spammers for dinner, Captain Wolf orked a few cows, and the crew dined on deck, watching the sun set like a reverse goatse. One Aye got out the telescope and scanned the horizon for land like a hungry grammar nazi. Then she moved it to her good eye and immediately spotted a large object closing fast on the Cellaaarrr. Was it a bird? Was it a plane? A shark? A dolphin? No, it was a Intaaarrrnet Pirates!
.....

aye, and iff ya like the SeaMonster's Intaaarrrnet Pirates, you'll love these beasties!

:Dfucking cunt:D

Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Harrrr! Shiver me oh so shivery timbers, sea dwellars, 'tis a fine an' blustery day o'th'high seas, fer sure. !9 days o'th'ninth month an'we're all shiverin' an'swabbin decks an' talkin like the salty seamen we are *waves crutch in the air and almost overbalances on wooden leg*

But it ain't all Jolly Roger, oh no! Piratin is a serious business, oh indeedy yes tis. An'there's always one drylanded urchin who can't bring hisself to do the job...

Ibby Ibbessen, son of Ibbessen Ibbessensen, tell us all, why don't ye lad, tell us all why the mainsail is hangin shoddier than a broken cannon?

OMG is that the new Rick Roll?

I just heard some cow orkers doin' the ARRRRRRRRR.

I mentioned that the pres of Academic Senate should hold our meeting today in pirate. Someone mentioned they heard him say the very same thing this morning.

I love it!

Aaaarrrr so ye walked me plank, did ye, Thrasher? :D

Given that I live on Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrannnnnnn it was harrrrrrrrrrrrrd not to talk loik this todayrrrrrrrrrrrr.

we be ready to hit the tavern for GROG!

Let me know how it goes, Cloud!

I bet no one at my bar will have a clue what I am talking about.

Bite me crank, mateys.

Arrrr. I been stringin' me mateys up on the mizzenmast fer not palaverin' in pirate speech today, me hearties.

Or something.

Arrr.

I need a flagon of rum and a parrot.

Wouldn't the parrot make the rum taste a bit musty?