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For all o’ good cheer Ol’ Chum Bucket and Cap’n Slappy say that you must Talk Like a Pirate today. Because t’is fun. T’is also a religious holiday for all Pastafarians, t’is the least we can do.
O’course, t’ere’s an IPD Flickr group where some folks post pictures ev’ry year, but this thread is for postin’ links to pics of your favourite pirate adventurerrrrs and we LPers will be postin’ actual pics (so yes, like our infamous women-with-weapons thread, this thread is unlikely to be dial-up friendly).
Now, if you’re despairin’ly thinkin’ “if only I’d had a bit more notice, I could have got that costume down out of t’attic”, you do have a reprieve if you’re in Oz – because as ev’rybody knows t’is not really a holiday if t’is not on t’weekend, apparently there’s going to be a big dress-up effort for Talk Like A Pirate Day on the 23rd instead. But y’can still practise your best before-the-mizzenmast swab-your-mouth-out pirate talk today. ARRRRRRRRRRR!
Arrrrr, thank you tigtog. This be indeed one o’ t’ most special days o’ t’ year. I suggest that anyone who doesn’t talk like a pirate in t’ comments be keelhauled. “
Ah-harrrrgh! Thankee Tigtog, oi carn’t believe it’s come around already. Praise be to his Noodliness. We have had real poirates here, aargh!! The Sea Shepherd boys of the Farley Mowat, who ram and scupper those scurvy dogs killin’ the dolphins. Ay, me hearties, they’re good pirates.
Happy TLAP day, hearties!
Indeed, matey. T’shame of postin’ earrrrrly in t’mornin and f’gettin’ to talk properrrr pirate has been redact’d.
Now, on to our first Pirate Queen – Granuaile from the 16th century. She’s no Kimberella though (WAKE UP, KIMBERELLA!)
Talk like a pirate day, hey?
I think ‘Take like a Bird’ day would be more fun.
err, I mean ‘TALK like a Bird’ and yes, Bird with a capital B. Wasn’t making any allusions to the Bobster’s famous song there.
Ah har me hearties, we should be keelhauling the heretic.
Arrr, the heritic is t’be walkin’ the plank as soon as the sun rises over the yardarm. And what type of land lubbin’ bilg-rat mentions a bird when we all know only a parrot is fit for the sea faring life.
Arrr, Jason, you be havin’ a strrrrainge idear o’ foon, that you be. Anyway, ’tis a well-known fact that the Burrrrd is inimitable.
Yarrr, splice me gizzards to the mizzenmast and batten doon the hatches.
Me very own saucy wench had a fine ol’ roisterin’ 30th on Sat’dy, wi the theme o’ Robot Pirate Ninjas from the Future. A rummer do was ne’er thrown, methinks, wi’ tunes from the shanty to the oonce and all between.
Don’t ye be a-frit o’ t’buccaneer wi’in this foine day; be ye swabbin t’decks or rapin’ a wench, do it wi’ pirattitude or nay do it at all. As Cap’n Hawke once said – any Cap’n who keelhauls a deckhand fer talkin’ wi’ ‘postrophes be a scurvy dog.
So, ye scurrrrvy dogs, who was t’first pirate y’saw with a cutlass ‘twixt ‘is teeth?
F’me t’was our Errol on t’Saturday matinee movie. Long live Captain Blood!
AArrrrrgh me hearties, ahoy: Oi posted the second comment, after Agnostic Quinn Morgan. Now I see some scurvy dog has removed the post, aharggh!!Oi don’t think it’s you LPers who should be keelhauled, but mebbe something in the scurvy setup, aargh. Oi noticed someone mentioned this in one o’ Gummo’s posts, me hearties, so oi thought oi’d confirrrrm.
Have a swash-buckling TLIP days fellow Pastafarians, praise his noodliness. Aargh-argh!
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Yarrrrr
Aaaaaaaaaar-hargh, now both moi comments have come back. It’s his Noodliness testing my faith aargh, or the scurvy dogs are troing to make me think I’ve got oldtoimers diseaseaargh. Swabs!
Pieces of eight!
Argggh.
Pirates! Why, anybody these days with a fistful of two-dollar coins, a Canteen bandanna and a bottle of Bundy UP rum thinks they can go bucaneering. I tell you, the privateers of yesteryear wouldn’t last five minutes against some of the freaks working the waterways nowadays.
My friends who work tugboats tell me that the strait between Singapore and Sumatra is where it’s at for piracy these days. They work out of trawlers and fishing boats if they’re well-set up, out of inflatable dinghies if they’re poor, and the really desperate go to sea in pairs in two roped-together inner tubes, hoping to catch a moving ship between them. Smart skippers turn their navigation lights off, and some hire their own mercenaries. Sometimes the pirates just climb aboard and nick tools and fuel, sometimes whole tankers disappear and turn up on the other side of the planet, reflagged.
If you keep the VHF radio on during the passage you can hear them whistling over the radio at each other. If they board you, it’s important to note, it’s not codpieces and choruses like in Pirates of the Penzance—it’s rape, torture and murder.
I be postin’ the pic tha’ wench Zoe linked t’, as ’tis worth viewing:
I’m making pastarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Have a great day me hearties. Yaaarrrrrrr!
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Squawk!
I’ll shit on the shoulder of any lying poofter commie utopian eschatologist I find on board the good ship Larvatus Prodeo.
Squawk!
And we seadogs’ll be backin’ him up, yer lubbers!
Jus’ fer saucy wench Laura:
Me hearties.
Oh for ten toes! Arrr, them that die will be the lucky ones, ye scurvy swabs!
Arrrrrrrmen.
JasonSoon:
How could you say that … and on Talk-Like-A-Pirate Day too?
The “err” of uncetainty, doubt, hesitation, politeness ….. instead of the robust, immediate, hearty, forceful “arrr” of the old-time Caribbean pirate with his English West Country accent.
TheDemonDrink:
Too true …. and it’s getting worse.
Wonder if that, and a few other nasty factors, might make the Cape of Good Hope and Roaring Forties route popular again?
Arrrrrgh, Ship’s Parrot, ye should keep a civil tongue in yer rattlin’ noggin or before ye know it, ye’ll be forced to poke the hedgehog.*
*A traditional seafaring term I just made up.
Here’s a fun pirate anecdote (swing the lantern):
The landlubber who wrote ‘The Wicker Man’, Tony Shaffer, used to have a great rave about Joe Papp asking him to develop ‘Treasure Island’ as a musical. So Tony reread the book and then told Papp it wouldn’t work because:
a) they’re all doublecrossing and killing eachother for money;
b) there are no women in the story; and
c) yer main character has only one leg…how will he be able to dance?
And if ye’s into nautical tales of naughty men, I throughly recommend Tim Power’s On Stranger Tides. No hedgehog action though.
Heh! Thanks, me hearty!
I offer this postmodern pirate queen I rather like!
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Pshaw!
I don’t know about boys with one leg – but check out this Youtube video entitled “This boot is made for hoppin”!
Eat your words, sirrah, or walk the plank!
“âThis boot is made for hoppinâ?!
Don’t see no parrot wrangled on the leading man as he joins the massed frontline to belt out the showstopping “Pieces of Eight”. We’re talking Broadway me little chivaree.
“Eat your words, sirrah, or walk the plank!”
Yes, I am out on a limb here.
I’ve heard that one before – once or twice!
Offtopic!
Happy 50th LP post, tigtog!
LERVE your work, babe!
Thanks, Kim! I hadn’t realised.
It’s been great fun joining the LP collective. Thanks again Mark for inviting me on board to play with your readers.
It’s been really excellent having you on board, tigtog!