lock up your daughters and bury your gold,
it's International Talk-Like-A-Pirate Day
coming Sunday September 19.

http://www.talklikeapirate.com


Argh!




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Fire the Liars - Impeach Bush and Cheney!
Prosecute the criminals - Indict Rumsfeld and Ashcroft!
Corruption starts at the top.

William Hunt, Portland Oregon USA

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On 2004-09-17, William Hunt <wjh@huntbros.net> wrote:
>
> lock up your daughters and bury your gold,
> it's International Talk-Like-A-Pirate Day
> coming Sunday September 19.
>
> http://www.talklikeapirate.com

An old and not-so-good chestnut:

What's a pirate's favourite computer language?

(all together now)

R!

- --keith

- --
kkeller-usenet@wombat.san-francisco.ca.us
(try just my userid to email me)
AOLSFAQ=http://wombat.san-francisco.ca.us/cgi-bin/fom

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On 2004-09-17, William Hunt <wjh@huntbros.net> wrote:

> Argh!

"A pirate walks into a bar with this enormous steering wheel stuck down his
pants. The bartender can't help but ask, "What's with the steering wheel?"
"ARRRRGGH," the pirate answers, "it's drivin' me nuts.""

<http://www.stolaf.edu/orgs/privateer...ate_jokes.html

nb

On Fri, 17 Sep 2004 08:07:19 -0700,
Keith Keller <kkeller-usenet@wombat.san-francisco.ca.us> wrote:
>
> What's a pirate's favourite computer language?
> R!

I heard some like C.

--
Mark Hill
Email (Just for Fun):
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On 2004-09-17, Mark Hill <mrhill@gmail.com> wrote:
> On Fri, 17 Sep 2004 08:07:19 -0700,
> Keith Keller <kkeller-usenet@wombat.san-francisco.ca.us> wrote:
>>
>> What's a pirate's favourite computer language?
>> R!
>
> I heard some like C.

Arrr, most pirates do like the C, matey! But she's capricious like the
wind, so pirates know to be cautious with her, aarrrrgh!

- --keith

- --
kkeller-usenet@wombat.san-francisco.ca.us
(try just my userid to email me)
AOLSFAQ=http://wombat.san-francisco.ca.us/cgi-bin/fom

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Keith Keller wrote:

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> On 2004-09-17, Mark Hill <mrhill@gmail.com> wrote:
>> On Fri, 17 Sep 2004 08:07:19 -0700,
>> Keith Keller <kkeller-usenet@wombat.san-francisco.ca.us> wrote:
>>>
>>> What's a pirate's favourite computer language?
>>> R!
>>
>> I heard some like C.
>
> Arrr, most pirates do like the C, matey! But she's capricious like the
> wind, so pirates know to be cautious with her, aarrrrgh!

Yargh! Me Molly's known to wear a *Perl* in 'er ear at times.
http://www.mbstevens.com/T/
(Just the thing for tuning up yer own ears for the 19th.
Enjoy.)

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In alt.os.linux.slackware, Keith Keller dared to utter,
> Arrr, most pirates do like the C, matey! But she's capricious like the
> wind, so pirates know to be cautious with her, aarrrrgh!

And for that, I offer this little ditty. "The Mermaid" by Bobby Bare.

When I was about 12 years old, you always saw these pictures of
mare-maids. It's not mermaids; they're mare-maid that's what we called
'em at home, and all the pictures, they didn't have no bras on, they
didn't ahve nothing on. And I was old enough to know they didn't really
exist, but I always wondered if they did exist... what the hell would
you do with one if you caught it?

When I was a lad in a sailin' town an old man said to me,
You can spend your life, your jolly life a sailin' on the sea.

You can search the world for pretty girls 'til your eyes are weak and dim,
But don't go swimmin' with a mermaid son if you don't know how to swim.

'Cause her hair is green as seaweed and her skin is blue and pale,
And I'll tell you know before you start you can love that girl with all your
heart,
But you're just gonna love, the upper part you're not gonna like the tail.

So I signed onto a whaling ship and my very first day at sea,
I seen a mermaid in the waves a reachin' out to me.
Come live with me in the sea said she, and down on the ocean's floor,
I'll show you a million wondrous things you never seen before.

So I jumped over and she pulled me down, down to her seaweed bed,
And a pillow made of tortoise shells she placed beneath my head.
She fed me shrimps and caviar upon a silver dish.
To her head to her waist she was just my tase but the rest of her was a fish!

Her hair is green as seaweed and her skin is blue and pale,
And I'll tell you know before you start you can love that girl with all your
heart,
But I only loved the upper part, I did not like the tail.

Then one day she swam away and I sang to the clams and the whales,
I missed her fins and her seaweed hair and the silver shine of her scales.
And then her sister, she swam by and set my heart awhirl.
'Cause her upper part was an ugly fish but the bottom part was a girl! Yeah!

Her toes were pink and rosey and her knees are smooth and pale.
And her legs they are a work of art, and I love that girl with all my heart.
I don't give a damn about the upper part, and that's how I end my tail.

- --
It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise,
Than for a man to hear the song of fools.
Ecclesiastes 7:5
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+Alan Hicks+ <alan@lizella.network> wrote:
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> In alt.os.linux.slackware, Keith Keller dared to utter,
>> Arrr, most pirates do like the C, matey! But she's capricious like the
>> wind, so pirates know to be cautious with her, aarrrrgh!
>
> And for that, I offer this little ditty. "The Mermaid" by Bobby Bare.
>
> When I was about 12 years old, you always saw these pictures of
> mare-maids. It's not mermaids; they're mare-maid that's what we called
> 'em at home, and all the pictures, they didn't have no bras on, they
> didn't ahve nothing on. And I was old enough to know they didn't really
> exist, but I always wondered if they did exist... what the hell would
> you do with one if you caught it?
>
> When I was a lad in a sailin' town an old man said to me,
> You can spend your life, your jolly life a sailin' on the sea.
>
> You can search the world for pretty girls 'til your eyes are weak and dim,
> But don't go swimmin' with a mermaid son if you don't know how to swim.
>
> 'Cause her hair is green as seaweed and her skin is blue and pale,
> And I'll tell you know before you start you can love that girl with all your
> heart,
> But you're just gonna love, the upper part you're not gonna like the tail.
>
> So I signed onto a whaling ship and my very first day at sea,
> I seen a mermaid in the waves a reachin' out to me.
> Come live with me in the sea said she, and down on the ocean's floor,
> I'll show you a million wondrous things you never seen before.
>
> So I jumped over and she pulled me down, down to her seaweed bed,
> And a pillow made of tortoise shells she placed beneath my head.
> She fed me shrimps and caviar upon a silver dish.
> To her head to her waist she was just my tase but the rest of her was a fish!
>
> Her hair is green as seaweed and her skin is blue and pale,
> And I'll tell you know before you start you can love that girl with all your
> heart,
> But I only loved the upper part, I did not like the tail.
>
> Then one day she swam away and I sang to the clams and the whales,
> I missed her fins and her seaweed hair and the silver shine of her scales.
> And then her sister, she swam by and set my heart awhirl.
> 'Cause her upper part was an ugly fish but the bottom part was a girl! Yeah!
>
> Her toes were pink and rosey and her knees are smooth and pale.
> And her legs they are a work of art, and I love that girl with all my heart.
> I don't give a damn about the upper part, and that's how I end my tail.
>
> - --
> It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise,
> Than for a man to hear the song of fools.
> Ecclesiastes 7:5
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On 2004-09-17, +Alan Hicks+ <alan@lizella.netWORK> wrote:

> And for that, I offer this little ditty. "The Mermaid" by Bobby Bare.

Arrrrgh ... ye scurvy dog... nary a pirate word in the whole tail ..er,
tale.!

nb

On Friday 17 September 2004 08:21 am, notbob did deign to grace us with the
following:

> On 2004-09-17, William Hunt <wjh@huntbros.net> wrote:
>
>> Argh!
>
> "A pirate walks into a bar with this enormous steering wheel stuck down
> his
> pants. The bartender can't help but ask, "What's with the steering
> wheel?" "ARRRRGGH," the pirate answers, "it's drivin' me nuts.""
>
>
<http://www.stolaf.edu/orgs/privateer...ate_jokes.html
>
> nb

OK, guess I gotta tell the story about Sven. Sven decided to become a
pirate, so he went off to sea, bidding so long to Ole and Lena for the
duration.

Upon Sven's return, he sported a nice new polished mahogany leg, a
beautifully hand-crafted stainless steel hook, and an eye patch. Of
course, Sven is the talk of the town, so Ole and Lena and everybody
come to ask him about his adventures.

"So, Sven, how'dja lose da leg, dere?"
"Well, dat was one big battle - the weather was calm, and we seen
this frigate, looked like she belonged to some king, she did! Well,
turns out they had cannon, and in the fight, a ball took me off
at the knee. Da ship's carpenter built dis here leg for me."
"And what about da hook?"
"Well, dat's a little different story - we was buryin' da treasure
from da frigate, and wouldn't ya know it, we was attacked by marauders!
Marauders, I tell ya, attackin' US! Hah! We took care of dem right
quick, except one o' dem got in a lucky shot with his saber. But
the ship's blacksmith made me up dis nice hook - kinda purty, eh?"
"And what about that eye patch?"
"Well, dat's a kinda sad one dere - I was standing watch early one
balmy morning on da poop deck. All is well and quiet, I'm about to
ring six bells, and just as I glance up da mast to check da bell,
dere's a bird up dere who yust drops dis big ol'bomb and got me right
in da eye, da bastid!"
"But, Sven, you don't lose an eye from bird splat."
"Ya do if ya yust got a new hook!"