Monday, September 19, 2005
Shiver Me Timbers - It's Talk Like a Pirate Day
Avast, you scurvy dogs! Listen ye here.
The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
-How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now-
She'd list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
God damn them all
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barrett's Privateers
I've finalized my schedule for my October travels:
Oct 7 - DC to Salt Lake City
Oct 14 - Salt Lake City to San Francisco (Oakland Airport)
Oct 20 - San Francisco to Phoenix
Oct 26 - Phoenix to DC
On the King's birthday we put to sea
-How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now-
Ninety-one days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all . . . .
As always, I'll be traveling light, so I hope your washers and dryers are working.
Then at length she stood two cables away
-How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now-
Our cracked four-pounders made awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
God damn them all . . . .
In other news, I've been hired to a new job at USAID.
I'll be doing about the same as what I'm doing here, but it will be across the street and maybe I'll get more milage out this international affairs degree. My main reason for leaving Commerce is to broaden my horizons and I don't want people to think I can't do anything else. Ruts are easy to dig for oneself. So I'll be walkin' the plank. I'm not sure when I'll start since they need to do a clearance for me first, so I might plan it for the end of October.
So sing a sea shanty today.
The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
-How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now-
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck carried off both me legs
God damn them all . . . .
Now here I lay in my twenty-third year
-How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now-
It's been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
God damn them all
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barrett's Privateers
The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight
-How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now-
She'd list to the port and her sails in rags
And the cook in the scuppers with the staggers and jags
God damn them all
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barrett's Privateers
I've finalized my schedule for my October travels:
Oct 7 - DC to Salt Lake City
Oct 14 - Salt Lake City to San Francisco (Oakland Airport)
Oct 20 - San Francisco to Phoenix
Oct 26 - Phoenix to DC
On the King's birthday we put to sea
-How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now-
Ninety-one days to Montego Bay
Pumping like madmen all the way
God damn them all . . . .
As always, I'll be traveling light, so I hope your washers and dryers are working.
Then at length she stood two cables away
-How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now-
Our cracked four-pounders made awful din
But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in
God damn them all . . . .
In other news, I've been hired to a new job at USAID.
I'll be doing about the same as what I'm doing here, but it will be across the street and maybe I'll get more milage out this international affairs degree. My main reason for leaving Commerce is to broaden my horizons and I don't want people to think I can't do anything else. Ruts are easy to dig for oneself. So I'll be walkin' the plank. I'm not sure when I'll start since they need to do a clearance for me first, so I might plan it for the end of October.
So sing a sea shanty today.
The Antelope shook and pitched on her side
-How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now-
Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs
And the main truck carried off both me legs
God damn them all . . . .
Now here I lay in my twenty-third year
-How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now-
It's been six years since we sailed away
And I just made Halifax yesterday
God damn them all
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barrett's Privateers
// posted by Larry @ 7:10 AM 
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in p.e. class at school we celebrated talk like a pirate day! we talked like pirates all during p.e. class
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