Avast, Ye Scallawags!

( – promoted by buhdydharma )

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It be International Talk Like a Pirate Day, when scurvy dogs everywhere don their eye patches, peg legs and tricorns for a day (or two or three) of hoisting pompous politicos by their fancy-boy petards while wenching and grogging by the barrel before casting off in search of booty and treasure.

So all scurvy dogs to th’ poopdeck, this here’s the Open Thread t’port yer black spot and keelhaul nominations agin’ the admiralty and house of lords so’s Cap’n Arrtimus Grim can plot a course to the Tortugas where we, the privateer crew of the good ship Docudharma, can make ’em walk the plank!

Check in with Cap’n Slappy and Ol’ Chumbucket fer the ‘how to’ translate, and welcome aboard!

Keep to the code, Mateys, keep to the code…

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    • Joy B. on September 19, 2009 at 6:09 pm
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    …this be th’ sea chest fer ye t’be puttin’ yer booty…

    • Alma on September 19, 2009 at 6:26 pm

    Boy this brin’s back some good memories Matey. Aye.

    Funny the TLAP generator turned my whole second sentence “All of our fun taking out the Republican trash.” into “Aye.”

    • Underdog on September 19, 2009 at 6:58 pm

    last night and dreamed about this day.  

    • Joy B. on September 19, 2009 at 8:00 pm
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    ‘e spies th’spire that be D.C., rudder stilly up th’Potomac and heave starboard t’bring the port guns abreast. Aim high, me hearties, aim high! Thar be gold and silver doubloons aplenty in th’column-bound treasure-house beyond…

    • Joy B. on September 19, 2009 at 9:35 pm
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    • TMC on September 20, 2009 at 1:06 am

    On the morrow, I be spending the day at the Fair in Tuxedo, NY. It be the last day for the Fair. I be joinin’ me ship mates at the “Blue Bore Inn” for some grog, victuals fine tales and songs. Ye are all invited to join our good company. I be the red haired lady in blue and white with the friendly smile and a hearty welcome.

  1. If ye don’t start steerin’ us right, Captin Obama! An’ ye can start by dumpin’ that Bud Light swill over th’ side an’ gettin’ us some REAL grog!

    And who in the name of Davey Jones is this bloody “Christian” dog ye keep bellowin’ fer, anyways? It’s not us by a long yardarm!


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