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Talk like a pirate day

Published September 19th, 2006 by Bobby Henderson

September 19th is International Talk Like a Pirate Day.

This is important for a number of reasons, but for Pastafarians it provides a convenient source of pirate-behavior data to substantiate the Pirates Vs. Temperature correlation which serves as a keystone of our religion. We expect to see a considerable drop in temperature worldwide on Tuesday the 19th, due to the widespread pirate activity taking place.

I will be collecting quantitative temperature data via the interwebs, but if you have anecdotal (or specious) evidence of unseasonably cold weather, please describe it for us as a comment to this post.

Also, if you’ve done anything amazingly piratey today, please leave a comment about it. We all need to do our part to reverse Global Warming.

You can expect a thorough report of my findings on Wednesday or Thursday.

-bobby



218 Responses to “Talk like a pirate day”

  1. Joe says:

    Arrrrr,
    Shiver me meatballs.16 cannolies on a dead mans chest.
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of Vino.

    Stuck in Davy Jone’s locker,
    Cap’n Chumscrubber

  2. marc says:

    TRACKBACK
    http://www.whistleblog.net/2006/09/18/pastafari/

  3. puffaliaz says:

    Yar! I be new tho the pastafarian faith, but I’ve already got three converts, and thirty-odd bilge rats to join us on this day!

  4. St John the Blasphemist says:

    Yarrghh! Oi be from Australia too & Oi can vouch for the fellow Aussie poirate above that today were definitely a few degrees colder than recent days. Arrrgghh! Oi feels me timbers shivering as Oi be speakin’ these words.

  5. marc says:

    BTW:
    1. Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    Drink and the devil had done for the rest
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
    The mate was fixed by the bosun’s pike
    The bosun brained with a marlinspike
    And cookey’s throat was marked belike
    It had been gripped by fingers ten;
    And there they lay, all good dead men
    Like break o’day in a boozing ken
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

    2. Fifteen men of the whole ship’s list
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
    Dead and be damned and the rest gone whist!
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
    The skipper lay with his nob in gore
    Where the scullion’s axe his cheek had shore
    And the scullion he was stabbed times four
    And there they lay, and the soggy skies
    Dripped down in up-staring eyes
    In murk sunset and foul sunrise
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

    3. Fifteen men of ‘em stiff and stark
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
    Ten of the crew had the murder mark!
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
    Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
    Or a yawing hole in a battered head
    And the scuppers’ glut with a rotting red
    And there they lay, aye, damn my eyes
    Looking up at paradise
    All souls bound just contrawise
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

    4. Fifteen men of ‘em good and true
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
    Ev’ry man jack could ha’ sailed with Old Pew,
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
    There was chest on chest of Spanish gold
    With a ton of plate in the middle hold
    And the cabins riot of stuff untold,
    And they lay there that took the plum
    With sightless glare and their lips struck dumb
    While we shared all by the rule of thumb,
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

    5. More was seen through a sternlight screen
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    Chartings undoubt where a woman had been
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
    ‘Twas a flimsy shift on a bunker cot
    With a dirk slit sheer through the bosom spot
    And the lace stiff dry in a purplish blot
    Oh was she wench or some shudderin’ maid
    That dared the knife and took the blade
    By God! she had stuff for a plucky jade
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

    6. Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
    Drink and the devil had done for the rest
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.
    We wrapped ‘em all in a mains’l tight
    With twice ten turns of a hawser’s bight
    And we heaved ‘em over and out of sight,
    With a Yo-Heave-Ho! and a fare-you-well
    And a sudden plunge in the sullen swell
    Ten fathoms deep on the road to hell,
    Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!

  6. Charlie O'Barnacle says:

    Yaaarr!

    I be educatin’ new converts in the delights o’ the noodly appendage.

    Ye can’t argue with science – the correlation is clear. Does Al Gore know a pirate-shortage is to blame? ‘E must be told.

    Sanity ahoy!

  7. Wickedmick says:

    Arrrgghhh. Just got back from swabbin’ the poop deck. Tis as cold as a witched teat hear in pennsylvania. Calling for snow possible later in the week.

  8. Captain McFeathers III says:

    Ahoy Matey! I be Capain McFeather The Third! For all yee landlubbers I come barin’ help so that you be the best Swashbucklin’, Buccanneer, ever to be sailin’ the grand, mighty sea!
    http://www.yarr.org.uk/talk/

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