Skip to comments.Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day, Mateys
Posted on 09/19/2011 5:47:49 AM PDT by ilovesarah2012
Ahoy ye bilge-sucking landlubbers, and welcome to International Talk Like a Pirate Day.
Yarrr, that be right: Monday September 19th is Talk Like a Pirate Day, a celebration of all things piratey or at least, piracy as it was in the Golden Age of Piracy, not the scary new modern kind that sees armed men with AK-47s capture innocent tourists at gunpoint.
This decidedly unique holiday has its origins in 1995 and, bizarrely enough, came about from a sports injury.
John Baur (Ol Chumbucket) and Mark Summers (Capn Slappy) of Albany, Oregon were playing racketball when one of them suffered pain and reacted with a yelp of Aaarrr!. From that moment, the two friends declared the date a new holiday.
For many years, it remained an inside joke between the pair, until Baur and Summers sent a letter about their new holiday to humor columnist Dave Barry in 2002. Barry liked the idea, and began promoting it, leading to rapidly expanding media coverage.
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Ahoy thar! Whar’s me cabin boy? Heave to, laddie, and prepare to be boarded!
If having to choose, I'd rather be shot w/AK than hacked on awhile with a dull cutlass . . . arrrgghh !
Whoops, wrong pirates.
Arrrrgh! Me mateys, ‘as anyone seen me parrot?
When I was a little girl, I really wanted to grow up to be a pirate.
Just posted it to me shipmates on my walking team, Treasured Chests. We be pirates matey.
Go for it - it’s never too late!!
Getcher pirate name here;
I’m Bloody John Kidd
When she was about five or six, our granddaughter told me, “Grandma, I’m so over being a princess.” I said, “OK, what do you want to be?” “I want to be a pirate.”
When I was growing up I never wanted to be a Pirate, they were the ‘doormats’ of the National League.
I wanted to be a Brooklyn Dodger.
Change yer facebook language to: English (Pirate) for the day!!
LOL - how adorable!
We had a big tree in our back yard where I gew up. All of the neighborhood kids would climb way up in it and that was our pirate ship. We would yell “land ahoy”! We would bury stuff in our yard (treasure), then go dig it up. LOL One of the kids had a “treasure map” that he had gotten somewhere. We had such fun as kids. Thank goodness we weren’t stuck playing boring video games all day!
Iron Roger Vane.
Must have been over the top with the “I’d kill both of them”.
They can still walk the plank!
LOL - yeah, I liked the Dodgers.
In other words, talk like a libtard democrat day.
Surrrrrender the booty!
Iron John Rackham
This thread be needin’ a saucy wench!
A trusty ship, the wind in your sails, and a mug o' rum...
I’m Mad Bess Rackham.
Orig by Tom Smith who I’ve seen twice at a cartoon convention in (speaking of Pirates) Pittsburgh
A pirates’ fave Boston radio station? Could it be W ARR! K O,
or W ARR! O ARR!?
Though I guess here we’d say W Ahh! o Ahh!
You must be married to Iron John Rackham then?
He left me when I went mad.
Aye, me Gentleman o’ Fortune!
If this be yer great, grand ship, ‘n I be yer bonny lass upon it, I’ll be takin’ you t’nite a’swoonin’ to Fiddler’s Green. That’s “heaven” to ye landlubbers!
An’ if any o’ ye wrenches ha’ designs on JollyJoe6Horn, he be mine! I be tearin’ out ye little hairs an’ plaitin’ ‘em ‘round yer gullets, an’ tha’ goes fer ye queers and scallywags, too, on’y it won’t be ‘round yer gullets!
Is that “wenchy” enough fer ye, 6Horn? I be returnin’ to ye t’nite after me work is thru, an’, I swan, wee’ll be threadin’ our way ta’ heaven here!
Tho’ I could go by “Tess”, I be lackin’ a true wench’s name. Ye’ be my namer, please, 6Horn? And tho’ I be yer “treasure”, nothin’ with “booty” in it, if ye please. No, nay, ne’er!
Aye, Lassie, that be good fer now. I’m busy with me daily lootin’ as well, but tonight I’ll be makin’ me port call and I’ll send the crew to shore so ye can come aboard and join me in my quarters. If’n ye comport yourself proper, I’ll let ya’ ride my dinghy ;-)
The Pirate Party was voted into the Berlin (Germany) city parliament with almost 10% of the vote yesterday. Aaargh, ja?
Aye, and shiver the last o’ me timbers! T’is a proper berth for a wench like me, and not for the feint o’ heart!
Save for latarrrrrhhhh reading.
Iron Morty Flint
A pirate’s life isn’t easy; it takes a tough person. That’s okay with you, though, since you a tough person. Like the rock flint, you’re hard and sharp. But, also like flint, you’re easily chipped, and sparky. Arr!
I’m Evil Hook-Handed Harry
Are ye ready t’ go below, me strong and handsome Mutineer? (I love Warren and this beautiful song he wrote, and you for sending it. I’m listening to it again and again.)
Yarr! back at ya’! What a saucy little puss!
Ready t’ go below me salty strumpet? I been waitin’ all afternoon t’ share my sextant ! Don’t fret though lassy. I brought some berth control!
Here’s some music to go along with the day (or evening).
The epic “Pirates”, by Emerson Lake and Palmer. Who wouldn’t want to be a pirate after listening to this song!?
Boldly! Loudly! -And loosen the straps, me Buccaneer! I’ll not be needin’ that much berth control! But be e’er mindful, that “Loose Lips Sink Ships!” Ye must go ever tighter thru the breach!
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