Int'l Talk like a Pirate Day

[jemz]

Ahoy, mateys!

Today be "Talk Like A Pirate Day" and I best be showin' ye the the way to get yer noggin some knowledge about this here day. Go and find yourself your pirate's hat and a wench. *toasts with a pint o' beer* Then don't forgettin' yer duties to swab the deck 'fore the second mate catches ye and puts you on latrine duty. Arrrrr!





In other news, I'm pimping sweetandfluffy because everyone needs a happy, loving community. And Mr. tipgardner is a wonderful Head cheerleader. Go post and make someone's day brighter.

Comments

[tipgardner.livejournal.com]

Arrrr! Ye be a lass wit' ta noggin to be newin', yeah? I raise me grog te ya and lover a jolly roger!

(Translation: Awww...thanks, Luv. You're so sweet. A toast to you!)

[swtjemz.livejournal.com]

*raises her grog to ye*

[prestonsbarr.livejournal.com]

OMG.. I thought I'd sing a song for you!

I believe the children are our future
teach them well and let them lead the way
Show them all the beauty they possess inside
Give them a sense of pride to make it easier
Let the children's laughter remind us how we use to be

I decided long ago never to walk in anyone's shadows
If I fail, if I succeed at least I live as I believe
No matter what they take from me they can't take away my dignity

Because the greatest love of all
is happening to me
I found the greatest love of all inside of me
THE GREATEST LOOOOOOOOOOOVE OF ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
IS EASY TO ACHIEVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
LEARNING TO LOVE ITSELF IT IS THE GREATEST LOVE OF alllllllllll... XD
(SO don't sound like whitney houston)

MUAH!

have a burnses Sirius icon for a laugh :)

[swtjemz.livejournal.com]

heeeee!!!!

Because you loooooooove mee! *sings it Celine Dion style*

*smoochies*

You are wonderful!

[asanque.livejournal.com]

"There were nights when he took a good deal more rum and water than his head would carry, and then he would sometimes sit and sing his wicked, wild old sea songs, minding nobody. But sometimes he would call for glasses 'round, and force the trembling company to listen to his stories, or bear chorus to his singing. Often I have heard the house shaking with, "Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum," all the neighbors joining in for dear life, the fear of death upon them, each singing louder than the other to avoid remark. For in these fits, he was the most overriding companion ever known. He would slap his hand on the table for silence all around. He would fly up in a passion of anger at a question; or sometimes, because none was put, and so he judged the company was not following his story. Nor would he allow anyone to leave the pub 'til he had drunk himself sleepy and reeled off to bed. I remember his bright, dark eyes, and the pleasant manners, made with the cultish country folk, and above all with that filthy, heavy, bleared scarecrow of a pirate, sitting far gone on rum, with his arms on the table. Suddenly he -- the captain, that is -- began to pipe up with his eternal song..."
Yarr! ^__^