Arr! I forgot that today be Talk Like A Pirate Day!
To correct this, here is the previous post, in piratese:
Avast! Earlier this morn, the radio played I Don't Like Mondays by the Boomtown Rats. Arr.
It..um. caused me to blubber like a lass.
So. I can be addin' it to the list of tunes which contain such magical properties. Here be a partial list -
Vogue by that wench, Madonna (Shut up. I don't understand it either. Arrrr!!)
The Day the Music Died (arrr! I be meanin' American Pie) but NOT the one by Madonna
Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen
Still Fighting It by Ben Folds
I be thinking me emotional status is not to be taken lightly.
Or maybe it is. Yo ho ho!
Additionally, me beauty and I scribbled our names through a league of papers today, while the wee one cried. Arr. There be many many documents to sign. I always say, only agreements made with blood are worth a damn. The devil deals in words on paper, and one should take a man at his word. (Always keepin' in mind that to break a promise will result in a trip to the plank with ye!)
I be forgettin' what I wanted to say. I'll conclude by sayin' that Mondays are scurvy eatin' dogs. Arrr!!
2 comments:
Arr!
Also, I totally thought this said the chip inside your head had switched to "overlord."
And man, that would have been so awesome.
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