well, Shiver me timbers! Thar´s good luck in that, thar is. Ye be agreein´ that thar be Good fortune to come. Great mountains of jewels, says I. "On this ship you are to refer to me as Idiot, not you Captain. I mean... you know what I mean."
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Yarrr! tis landlubber talk
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Arrr. And all that.
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yarrr, prepare for battle with the politicians. torps prepared, CODENAMES online
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Codename´s online?? Avast! Fire up the cannons, blow that man into the sea! Oh. Ooops. By coincidence, September 19 also marks that an entire year has passed since I came to TLR....yarr.
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Arrr? I think that ye be crazy matey!
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o_O You´re all nuts!
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says the emperor of the universe...
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Burn! Take that Arania! <img src=smilies/icon_smile_big.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>
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Avast! Hold fast thar, scally-wag! Ye be joinin´ us or ye be goin´ down to Davy Jones´ locker, says I. "On this ship you are to refer to me as Idiot, not you Captain. I mean... you know what I mean."
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Codswallop! I´d not be trustin´ non o´ye as far as me gud eye cud see, lest uv all daht der Bunny chappie!Mask´raidin as one uv uz eee iz. Oy ´ere´s tell ee´d be ´avin divil a bit uv a´preciation fer uz ´ere v´naklar types. Makes im ´op daht der plank is whar´oy says. <img src=smilies/icon_smile_wink.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> <img src=smilies/icon_smile_tongue.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>
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aye! what he said
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Arr, that was yestidday and I missed it, arrr!
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Go f´aarrr´ck yourselves into bloody hell.
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Arr! Don´t ye be listenin´ ter thet shadee-lookin´, cloak-wearin´, whisk´y smellin´, Oirish drunkard! He can´t ´ven git hisself ´is own grog! ´e gits that Taw feller ter buy it fer ´im!
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Don´ listen to ´im, ´e don´ e´n drink grog!
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"He can´t ´ven git hisself ´is own grog" rather <i>uruk-hai </i> for a pirate?
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Well now me harties ´tis a gaantlet Oy´d be seeyan der da´s bin laye´down boy dah der furry fellahr Oysqueeylags! Tain´t no ord´naarey grog nor swill passes lips dah beardey lips o´ Capin´ Id. Only dah best oh dih Rum ´n´ Uisce pilfered frum dah coffers o´ dah fool ´ardy yellahr bellies daht sail moy seas athout pormishin fills moy belly. @ff; Now yung effs, dunno´ whoy n´ praps s´not fer one sush aas Oy t´comprend, bu´chive bin´ a s´prizinlee fai´full wee fellahr deeze lass few daze so´s I tells yah wharr´oym gonna do fer yah. Oym gonna makes yew me furss mate on dah Pirah Ship Lada Riva. Now don´t be goin´ n´ gettin yerself none o´ dem fancy n daff oydears neiver. Dah be wharr Oy caals term´noligie, furss mate in pirah speak so ta speak means, yih gets ta stab daht der Oysqueelags if n ee rifuzes ta hop dah plank. @All; One bable dog may be required for correct translatioin from the aincent Iddish dialect above.<img src=smilies/icon_smile_wink.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle><img src=smilies/icon_smile_tongue.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle> @Esq; For the record, it was Taw wanted ciggies, which I might add he never received. Poor sod waited so long for the Sweet Virginia he´d given up by the time I offered to send it. I never asked him to get me brew. A mick askin´ a Brit to fetch a Jemmy? That would be an even dafter idea than Emperor Nick could muster.<img src=smilies/icon_smile_tongue.gif width=15 height=15 border=0 align=middle>
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where´s my cigs? all you have to do is a/ setup a Paypal account b/ accept funds from moi c/ go to shop/ d/ purchase Sweet Aftons e/ send in post to me here´s my address His Pious Serenity Grand Mullah Tawakalna Great Central Palace erm Mosque of State No 1 Towel-ut Q´ubt Street Wolstantahnabad Tawakalnistan sending it air-mail´s no good cos the fastest mode of transportation we have is donkey, bit like your bog in Co. Potcheen.
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@ Druid: i chumeneifach nid nache was de meinsch käi aahnig waas de sääge wettsch gher natta prünn de xeleigro mattisca smörebröd smörebröd rnnn th th plünnn @all: Finally a thread with almost extinct d