Shover me timbers. Aye

Will ya two barmy scrags shut yer traps, cant ya be seeing me heads still hurtin from de rum?

*squack! shut yer traps! shut yer traps! squack!*

Shuts yer face too ya cross-eyed squab...

 

Ye challengin me to a fight ye morgul rat?

 

I knows ye dont be talkin to the likes o' me, ye yeller-bellied barnacle-eater. Arrhh!

 

Arg, ye all be some scurvy, stupid, sons-of-a-sea hags bitch.

 

My pirate name is Red Bloody Pecker.

R. Ye fear me pirate-ness. I've a steering wheel in me breeches. It's driving me nuts.[/quote]

 

Yarr! I be marooned on an endless beach with no water!

 

Yaaaaa Ironic that that be true capt'n.

 

Me must say laddies, that 'tis be a very strange lil' talk of ours, me thinks. Yarr!

 

Me wants te no when we can stop talkin like pirates yarrrrr?

 

YARRR!!! There be no such nonsence! Me thinks us laddies should keep on with 'tis for as long as possible!

 

Garr, mean ye' when we've killed the fun o' bucaneer lingo? Methinks that boat set sail 'bout a minute before midnight on the 19th.

 

ARR!

 

That's what I was implying when I said;

 

Talk like a pirate day used to be only celebrated by real pirate fans, now the fact that it happens everywhere takes all of the fun out of looking queer by talking like a pirate to everyone whom walks past you.

 

Oh, ok then. I'll stop talking like a pirate, but just for now ^^

 

Meh nobody said you can't talk like something else, say a gothic or even a zombie.

 

UUhhh... mmmmm, braaaiiinzzz..

 

Like when you listen to a song, you like have to bow your head to like symbolise all of the pain and misunderstanding we go through, like....