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"Gyaaar, it be SR pirate day, it be, cyaaar!"

In honour of Steve the Pirate, the most piratey character in Dodgeball, I declare this day be "National SR Pirate Day". Cyaaaaarghh. Survy on the lorravya, gyaargh!

English_Bloke wrote:
> You. Are. Not. A. PIRATE!
>
> *Throws wrench*
>
> That's for stealing my idea of a tag.

I be's there first says I.

ARRRR MATEY

You. Are. Not. A. PIRATE!

*Throws wrench*

That's for stealing my idea of a tag.

Gyaargh, it be pirate day today too, me swashbuckling scurvy-ridden seadogs.

Gyaaaaargh.

"No, that makes you Scottish"

I resent that! I'm geordie... the English version of Scottish.

[URL]http://www.talklikeapirate.com/piratehome.html[/URL]

YAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
by 7 bells i shall see ye to Davy Jones'

Shrimp wrote:
> Well to find Bubba, your pal, follow the shrimp smell.

You live in Hayes then ?

Flockhart wrote:
> Shrimp wrote:
> Judging by that small purple text under your username ol' Bubba
> would
> assume you are from America, just like your pal, Bubba.
>
> I'm not but my mother is.

Well to find Bubba, your pal, follow the shrimp smell.

Azul wrote:
> Genius.
> I'll never tire of your tales, Bubba.
>
> Also, being a shrimp farmer, I'm sure you've had many exhilirating
> adventures - what's been your most memorable?

Well ol' Bubba does like to tell a good ol' tale from time to time. There was this one time when your pal, Bubba (that's me) was out in a grand country that happened to be named the "At-Lan-Tic". Blue it was. It was the first time ol' Bubba had sailed out to such a place. I couldn't see another boat or ship for miles, I was all alone. Just me, some shrimp (fine shrimp, if I do say myself) and a radio, oh yeah and a bottle of rum to settle the stomach of your pal, Bubba. I was so lonely so I switched on the ol' radio, I tell ya I ain't ever heard of such trash in my life and it's been a long one. Anyway to try and make this trash sound better I downed some of ol' Bubba's rum - so I downed my own rum, if you like. And ol' Bubba started singing to the trash! I can't believe it when I look back, but it's true. Not long after I started singing that I noticed the shrimps starting to reply in high pitch voices... singing the chorus again and again. I looked at them, they looked back with their beedy little black eyes. Good job I managed to tackle at least one to the floor where I then ate him up - I don't wanna be attached to shrimp now do I? But now all the other shrimps were singing and dancing! On my boat too! I picked up a mop and tried to strike them, but as I waved the mop in the air they moved in sequence. So when I went to the left with the mop then went to the right. It was the perfect circus show and ol' Bubba had discovered it.

Ol' Bubba soon got to my home village and naturally all the regulars there were all impressed of my singing and dancing routine.

I soon got tired of selling their tallents so like the first dancing shrimp I ate every single one of them, raw. Not nice at all, but you see I had to do something.

Shrimp wrote:
> Judging by that small purple text under your username ol' Bubba would
> assume you are from America, just like your pal, Bubba.

I'm not but my mother is.