Update: Someone sent me this earlier, too. I work with tech people who want to be pirates, which is totally understandable.
It’s true, my friend. Today is International Talk Like A Pirate Day. Which means, of course, all ye proper grammar ought be forgotten, matey.
And while we’re at it, let’s go ahead and not take anything else too seriously, either. Last night, when I got home, I went about my regular routine of dropping everything in my arms in the doorway and going to let the dog out. I noticed I was in a particularly cheerful mood, which is something that tends to stand out after twelve hours at work. Generally, 12 hours at work makes me seem more like a zombie than a peppy local morning talk show host. Obviously, when I’m talking to the dog in Spanish and singing her “Dinner Song” to her (what? Doesn’t everyone do this?) it is going to be a good night.
I sat down to check my email and the first one I opened was from a friend that reminded me to not forget that “all day tomorrow [today] you are from ARRRRGGGGHHHHKANSAS!”
Awesome.
But if I’m going to be from Arkansas and talk like a pirate, it probably wouldn’t be a bad idea to drink like one, too.
Now mind the helm, me hearty!
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