Avast, ye maties!

Ah, September 19th. A day of special significance to everyone in the world, but especially to me. You see, September 19th is the International Talk Like a Pirate Day. A day in which everyone around the world puts down their weapons, looks at each other meaningfully and, in the interest of peace, says

Yarr, ye buxom beauty shivers my timbers.

Aye, it’s a special day for everyone and I will gladly take part in it. Unless I forget. Which I might. Forget that is.

Not that I’ll forget the day, after all, September 19th is rather important to me. It is, after all, the anniversary of my first viewspaper way back in 1999 (19/9/1999, it’s relatively easy to remember). But I’m not going to get into that, because my story isn’t as noble as playing raquetball. No, I was trying to get into a girl’s pants.

I’m exagerrating, of course. I was 14 at the time. I would have been content to get into her gym shorts.

What? I was 14 at the time. You try being 14 and not making stupid life decisions based on momentary infatuation.

Hell, you try being however old you are and doing that.

Yarr, ’tis difficult, ye scurvy scalawag.

Ah, September 19th. A day of special significance to everyone in the world, but especially to me. You see, September 19th is the International Talk Like a Pirate Day. A day in which everyone around the world puts down their weapons, looks at each other meaningfully and, in the interest of peace, says Yarr, ye…

Comments

  1. Of course, people all over the world can’t celebrate Pirate Day, because some of you are 14 hours ahead of others.

    (cough)

    I’m still on the 17th, Damn Constitution Day and its lack of talking-like-a-pirate-ness.