Avast, Mateys! It be Talk Like a Pirate Day!

[Puke]

ARRR! Give the scurvy dogs a whiff of the old grape! What? Thar be no grape shot in yar cannon?! Let tham taste the WMG then!

[Ed Kolis]

Captain: Arr, foshizzle me nizzle, thar be plunder oof the starboard boo, eh!

First mate: Uh, cap'n?

Captain: Yarrr, eh, matey?

First mate: I don't think pirates are supposed to say "foshizzle me nizzle".

Captain: Well then what DO we say, eh?

First mate: How 'bout "shiver me timbers"?

Captain: "Shiver me timbers"! Eh, that might work... 'boot time someone came up with something that made more sense, never could figger oot what "foshizzle me nizzle" means anyway...

First mate: An' one more thing... no matter how much ye pretend, cap'n, there's NO SUCH THING as a Canadian pirate!

Captain: Arrrrr.... but I never wanted to be a pirate anyway... I always wanted to be a LUMBERJACK!

I'M A LUMBERJACK AND I'M OK
I SLEEP ALL NIGHT, I WORK ALL DAY
ON WEDNESDAYS I GO SHOPPING
AND HAVE BUTTERED SCONES FOR TEA!

[jimbob]

Yar, she always comes round t' Monty Python, says I.