Today is Talk Like a Pirate Day. Please do so in your place of work and in your regular interactions with other people. I’ve enabled the Talk Like A Pirate filter on my site. It will transform everything on the site into pirate-speak until tomorrow. Thank you for your cooperation.
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Skuttle me skippers, I forgot it was Talk Like a Pirate Day! What a filthy lubber I be. Arrr, me thinks me will go t’ the bar and get loaded t’the gunwales. Ye’ll ne’er get me buried booty!
McAllister: “Arr, matee, narry a warning light to be seen. Clear sailin’ ahead for our precious cargo.”
Sailor: “Uh, would that be the hot pants, sir?”
McAllister: “Aye, the hot pants.”