Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Scupper, Sink, and Burn Me.
Look you here now all ye land lubers. Now then, If I may make so bold, I'll be telling ya plain, the most auspicious, aye, and preposessen of days will soon be upon ye. I'd warrent a handsome wager that ye scurvy dogs all have a strong knowledge of the momentous nineteenth day of the month of September. Arrgh! International Talk Like a Pirate Day. This is not the time to keep your tongue behind your teeth. No standing off and on, set to work, and open your pretty maws. Man the braces and speak forth, or all the world will know that the blood in your veins is skim milk. What say you to this? Some might say one thing and some another, tis no matter, ere's luck and long life to all of us.