Ooh what wonders of delight do entertain my tongue this day, for it be on this day every year that all who truly know the will of the great Ocean do speak in tongues most hallowed, namely-be, those of great buccaneers past, who lay now moistened in their watery graves. Ay, but be not saddened by their loss, for they now support our vessels by their capacity to do good from beyond their demise, and thus accordingly we do attempt to remember them, by commandeering their most endearing parlance, yay!
Today, after all be spoken and enacted, be International Talk Like A Pirate Day!
What say ye? Knew ye not of this wondrous occasion? Yarr, that be a mighty shame indeed, for it be coincidentally a fine opportunity for a holiday of the pastafarian sort, which will no doubt be combined into an extended 3-day midweek break, leading up to that holiest of holidays, Friday, which should naturally come to pass so conveniently, as was the ultimate will of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, just in time for the weekend.
So raise yer ale, rum, cider or grog in a toast with me this day, and say ye all, "Arrrr!".
