Subject: Shiver me timbers
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Posted on: 2011-09-20 02:18:00 UTC
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle o' rum...
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Ahoy, me mateys! by
on 2011-09-19 23:30:00 UTC
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It be International Talk Like A Pirate Day, an' I be a bit surprised none a' ye lubbers has mentioned it!
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Arr, ye be correct! (nm) by
on 2011-09-20 07:32:00 UTC
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Aye, avast! by
on 2011-09-20 03:49:00 UTC
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*PPCers break into laughter*
Well, tellin' ye the truth, I am not the honourable William Turner. Ne'ertheless, I see rocky shoals ahead! Hard to starboard, ye bonny lads! -
Yar har diddly dee by
on 2011-09-20 03:02:00 UTC
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Talking like pirates is all right with me!
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Ubwuh? Jaceran? Typo lol. Still me. (nm) by
on 2011-09-21 00:54:00 UTC
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Talk how you want cause a pirate is free! You are a pirate! by
on 2011-09-21 00:53:00 UTC
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Couldn't help it. :D
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You can't take the sky from me... by
on 2011-09-21 02:51:00 UTC
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Hang on, wrong genre.
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What be dis nonesence? by
on 2011-09-20 02:26:00 UTC
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Why is it that I be uninformed o' this? Sounds right up me ally. Me mateys'll be right stressed now. I pride me self on spinnin' many a phrase as a sea dog.
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Shiver me timbers by
on 2011-09-20 02:18:00 UTC
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Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle o' rum...
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Arr! by
on 2011-09-20 01:19:00 UTC
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That's all I know. Where's google translate when you need it?
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Yahaharrrr! by
on 2011-09-20 00:51:00 UTC
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Nahar, I can't believe this completely slipped me mind! I be a terrible excuse fer a pirate.
I better do somthin' about that!
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Yaaaar! by
on 2011-09-20 00:28:00 UTC
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♪Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage and plunder, we rifle and loot.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Maraud and embezzle and even highjack.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We kindle and char, inflame and ignite.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
We burn up the city, we're really a fright!
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
We're rascals, scoundrels, villians and knaves.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters and ne'er-do-well cads,
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.
Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads!
Drink up me hearties, yo ho.♪ -
I'll see your yarr and raise you a 'Hoy There! by
on 2011-09-20 05:05:00 UTC
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Bein' as my agent's backstory (at least th' parts that accursed vine in Psych has been able to dredge up) involves her parents being involved as free-traders (Haha! That's a good one!) on the weird and haunted shores of Fanon, I most heartily approve this game a' yorn.
POTC Shippers all a' them: McSweeney's were Willabeth, the McNabbs (including Eudora McSweeney, nee McNabb)were Sparrabeth, the Gibbs' were Sparramaria through an' through. Ah, those were the days: Free fans sailin' the seven Webs, shippin' and fightin' as they pleased!
Um... I seem to have gotten off topic. Request permission for to get hammered, sing Irish songs badly and float in a sea of nostalgia?
*looks around desperately*
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Purmission granted, ye swab! Drink up, me hearties! (nm) by
on 2011-09-20 05:36:00 UTC
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